A hook, and a splash

The sun beamed down onto the amusement park as we strode out, laughing in our new outfits. It was surprisingly fun walking in this long dress; the big, billowy skirts were lighter than they looked but still felt really strange as they flowed with me when moving, but my legs were still very free, with a wide range of motion underneath.

Trent carried me along, hand in hand, as we talked and laughed. It seemed we could talk about anything and everything; Candida was so knowledgeable from all her experiences, yet somehow still seemed to find wonder in the world, in a youthful kind of way. She seemed genuinely interested in me too, really listening and laughing at my jokes, enjoying spending time with me. It was strange to think when she’d lived as long as she had, she could still find stories from my own limited existence entertaining.

I thought about my other experiences with dating, the awkward semi-relationships teens have, the frustrated trysts between bored teens with nothing else to do. In highschool I’d been rejected by my crush, and not really caring much beyond her, had had gotten involved with some girls who’d cared as little about me as I had about them. It wasn’t like I’d had nothing, but… really I’d never had anything fulfilling or good romantically. I’d wanted to change all that in college, but…

I knew she was really a monster, and was no doubt a scary and evil creature, but… I was seeing so many good sides to her. I suppose I was a monster now too, so who was I to judge? I couldn’t deny I’d had the best sex of my life with Candida, and today it seemed I was having the best dates too.

I caught a glance of our reflections in the window of a café, Trent looking strong and handsome in a way I couldn’t deny being very attracted to now, and me, currently the absolute picture of noble beauty, with looks somewhere between a sophisticated oil painting of a gorgeous European princess, and the smouldering sex fantasy of a royal wet dream.

Arousal re-ignited in my whole body with even that glimpse of a reflection. I was so attracted to both people in the mirror… Candida had offered to let me wear Trent’s skin, but I wasn’t really interested. Not when I got to be Lisa. Everything about her was beautiful to me, and knowing I was that girl now was hotter than anything. She was mine and mine alone, my personal vessel, the skin and identity I wanted to wear more than any other…

And then the moment was gone.

We moved beyond the far edge of the glass reflection, my reveries broken as we walked on. What had I been thinking about? I laughed, not really caring to remember just now, too lost in the flirty conversations I was having with Trent.

“Huh…”

I stopped for a moment, beside some claw machines filled with stuffed animals. I’d always seen these things at fun fairs and arcades, but…

“Hmm, the claw machines, huh?”

Trent noticed, sidling up beside me.

“Yeah… I’ve never played one. My parent always said they were a waste of money, so…”

“Do you want something from one? Not meaning to brag, but I’m a master with these.”

He smiled with a compelling confidence, that just made me want to call his bluff.

“Hmpf, fine, if you’re so good, get me… that shark over there!”

I gestured to a plushie shark in the far corner of one of the machines, a little pirates hat adorning it’s silly head. I didn’t really expect him to get it, but it would be fun to tease him when he failed.

“These things are all rigged anyway, so I bet you can’t get it!”

I teased, as he strode over, slipping a coin in the machine. I slid up beside him, watching him move the claw with a certain practiced precision over in the direction of the shark. Once it was not quite over it, maybe just slightly over to the side, he lowered the hooks of the grabber down. The angle revealed itself to be perfect in a way I hadn’t anticipated, as one of the claws found a firm grip along the sharks underside, while the others gave just enough support to hold it in place.

Is he really going to do this…?

My eyes were a little wide as the claw carried the shark to the waiting collection hole.

Surely the claw hand will disengage in a cheap trick, something like that…?

But it didn’t. The plushie shark fell neatly into the collection hole, the machine flashing green with a shrill “Victory!” sound effect announcing that it had been successfully retrieved. Trent snagged it from below, turning to me.

“Aye, I may be just a lowly dog of the seas, unfit fer a high class lady such as yerself, but… please. Accept this small token of me love, a pirate shark caught in the depths of the Caribbean sea.”

He offered me the shark, funny pirate accent compelling me to laugh, even while I felt genuinely happy he’d won me the shark.

“Well, a sophisticated lady such as myself must accept such heartfelt tokens with appreciation, so…”

I enjoyed putting on the airs of a noble lady with Lisa’s voice, which made them seem convincingly royal, but as I slid close to Trent and pulled him into a kiss it was my real feelings that moved through my tongue.

The kiss was tender, more so than the ones before, as an electric excitement moved through us both. After a little while, we broke it, and he took my hand again.

“C’mon. There’s just a couple more rides I really want to show you.”

He lead me away, as my free hand hugged the shark to my chest, feeling it’s soft compression on my breasts even through the corset.

He just won me a plushie in a crane game…

It sounded silly, but I found myself blushing. This was one of those classic “girlfriend experiences” that you’d see in movies. I thought it might be cool to do something like this for a girl someday, although never having played a crane game, and being kinda bad at the other games in a funfair, I depressingly suspected I probably wouldn’t have been able to.

But now it's happened to me… now I get to be the girlfriend…

My blush deepened as I thought of myself in the role of the girlfriend, something that would have been impossible before, but now I was really, really liking it.

I want to keep being the girlfriend…

“We’re here.”

Trent smiled warmly as he lead me past the jealous ques to the front of the “Typhoon Splash”, the next ride we were going on. One flash of our special wristbands and we were lead straight on, getting strapped in right at the front of the novelty pirate ship the ride-goers sat in.

“Right at the front, huh?”

“Oh yeah. Trust me, this is the best seat in the house.”

Soon after, the ride started properly. The pirate ship moved up the tracks, hearing the “clack clack” as it went higher, up and up an incline.

Again I found myself taking sly enjoyment in how the harness sat on Lisa’s breasts on my chest, enjoying the reminder of their plush fullness, the pressure sparking a little subtle sexual pleasure. Suddenly, at the top the ride, we dropped down, speed gathering at blistering pace as we rushed through tight corners and even through some loops.

I let myself enjoy a high pitched, girly scream, totally unashamed as I lost myself to the ride.

He he, after all, I AM a girl, why shouldn’t I act all scared?

Playing the role added even more pleasure as the ride reached it’s peak, suddenly dropping us down the steepest decline yet.

Wait… at the bottom… is that…??

I felt Trent’s fingers interlace with mine as we rushed down into a huge lake of water, giant torrents of white water foam flying up as everyone in the ride was drenched, especially us at the front. We laughed in reckless abandon as our expensive rented clothes got soaked, hair and bodies too. The peak of the ride complete, we were let free by the staff, this time dressed as sea monsters, as we were turfed onto the main grounds of the amusement park again.

“Asshole!”

I laughed, play punching Trent in the arm.

“Look what you did to Ahab!”

I gestured to the shark, equally as wet as me.

“Ahab? Is that what you’re calling him?”

“Yes it is! Got a problem with that?”

“Actually yes, Ahab was the captain, and he’s from a story about a whale, not a shark.”

“Hmpf, nope. You won him for me, so I’m picking the name. Ahab is fun to say and has a cool nautical theme, so that’s his name.”

I crossed my arms over my breasts, huffing as we play fought, before we both burst out laughing. My dress was sodden to the skin, the big damp skirts feeling constricting rather than liberating, and our new plushie shark had just gotten drenched… I was having so much fun.

“If you’re fighting this hard over the name of a shark, just imagine how hard you’ll fight when it comes to naming our kids.”

“Oh, I’ll fight hard alright. We don’t want them getting a silly name like ‘Candida’.”

I teased, as we both got closer.

“Candida is actually a very pure name I’ll have you know. It means ‘Innocence’.”

Trent puffed up with joking pride, as we both laughed at the irony of that.

“So, it’s a name rendered utterly inappropriate by circumstance, got it…”

We pulled closer, as I started moving towards his lips again, before he put his finger on mine, stopping me.

“Ah, ah. There’s one more ride I want to show you.”

“Aww, but I want to kiss…”

I huffed, enjoying being petulant, teasing and bratty.