Take extra precautions, and sit down far away from any men

After initially thinking about where to have the most comfortable place to sit, you eventually reconsider and think about the safest place to sit. Far away from anyone who might try to get into your pants. However, before you do anything else, you leave your plate with snacks and make a short trip back into your home and to the bathroom upstairs. In here, you unlock the medicine cabinet, only to have a small plastic speculum falling out! Whatever, you leave it on the sink and reach back into the cabinet to grab and open a tiny box with Gwen's diaphragm. It's not like she ever got to use it herself... Just in case, you turn and twist it around a couple times to make sure there's zero holes anywhere and reassure yourself that it's in perfect condition. All right! Now for the awkward part... After sliding your panties down and reaching under your skirt, you clumsily navigate the latex dome between the lips of your vagina and pop it in there. With another push, you wriggle it inwards while feeling the pink flesh of your cunt clenching down on your fingers. With a final nudge, you feel it securely snapping in place around your cervix, safe and sound where it's meant to be.

It's crazy how many different birth control methods there are for women. How any of them can unintentionally get pregnant completely eludes you...
You sure as heck aren't planning to have sex, but even if somebody manages to get into your pants, he's not going to plant his seed inside your twat. Just to be super safe, you also snatch a condom and put it into your pockets before heading back to the loud area downstairs.

The **** noise of terrible music begins to quiet down once you enter the garden area. With a quick look around... you find a separate table near the corner of the garden, with only a few chairs, and only women! Perfect. As you approach, you recognize some of those who are already sitting there.

The first woman you could quickly recognize to be your grandmother, Angela, who even in her old age was just as energetic and stubborn as the rest of your family. The second woman was a distant aunt of yours, once in a while she shows up at family meetings. Iris was her name, or something? It's rare that she visits though, since she's living far out on some farm with her husband and a couple kids. The third and final woman was even easier to recognize, Jane -- your mother -- was in the process of pouring herself another glass of fruit punch before sharing one more of her riveting tales from work.

"H-hey," you introduce yourself softly, though you still feel slightly terrified as the three much older and far more serious women stare back at you.

"Hello child," your grandma replied with a kind tone, though her choice of words makes your heart stop. Did she know about your secret!? No way. No, she calls anyone younger than herself a child nowadays... probably a part of growing old. Or senile. Or both.

"Hey." -- "Hello," the other two women followed up, and you felt slightly more at ease. All three of them however still looked at you with noticeable curiosity. "So who might you be?" your mother begins to ask, while patting the chair by her side to offer you a seat.

"I uhmm..." you trail off as you try to think of a good excuse. If you pretend living nearby, they will immediately know that you are a fake and not a family member. "The name's... Sara. I uh..." you look back at Iris and remember her background, which is a decent cover for yourself. "I live with my family at a farm, somewhere in... you know, the middle of nowhere," you say awkwardly while praying that they'll buy your sad excuse for an answer.

"Ah, all right then, Sara from a farm," your mother repeated after you which caused the rest of the group to chuckle audibly! You can feel your cheeks blushing a shade of red while redirecting your gaze to the ground. God this feels awkward, like being back in high school and having the older kids making fun of you.

Thankfully, your mother noticed your feelings and handed you another cup of fresh fruit punch. "There, there," she added before also handing you a small pill. "That'll make you feel better you cute little sweetie-bun. Some anxiety meds! It's easy to tell that you aren't comfortable in crowds."

"Heh-heh..." you laugh awkwardly while pondering your options, it's not like you could just tell them the whole truth about yourself. They would send you right to the next mental asylum. Nope... you reluctantly pop the anxiety pill into your mouth, and wash it down with the ****. Sure it's gonna influence you a tiny bit, but it won't rob your personality completely.

"So tell us a little about yourself, new girl," Iris starts to question you, and you inhale sharply after drinking another good chug of fruity sweetness.

"I dunno, there's not much to say. I'm just your average teenager, you know? We... out there on the farm... we raise animals. Lots of livestock. We also do harvesting and stuff. Fruits... vegetables... all the things, and the stuff," you explain with a mild stutter here and there, your eyes bouncing from side to side to avoid any eye contact with the ladies.

"Ah, so you're an all natural type like us, then!" Iris responds with a cheerful smirk.

"All natural?"

"Yeah, you know. No chemicals or any of that nonsense, nothing artificial, only things that come straight from nature! It's a solid goal, and a much healthier lifestyle." You quietly nod along. Of course, they did belong to your mother's side of the family. Pretty strict and old school. "You're not taking any of that poison they sell at the pharmacy either, right? I just had a talk about it with Becky earlier -- you know, she's a typical city teenager -- she wanted to impress me by mentioning that she's on the birth control pill! Good lord you should've seen her face when I told her the truth about that stuff. You know? Those pills areloaded with estrogen and cause all kinds of problems with your hormones! Not to mention, if you have sex with a man, all that estrogoo--I mean, estrogen stuff, probably gets transferred onto the guy! That's why all the city boys are so girly nowadays, it's all that estrogen from those darned birth control things they all take! So you're a pure one then, yes yes?"

Uh... your gaze once again drops right down to the ground while you try to muster the courage to respond to those kinds of questions. The anxiety pill from earlier made it at least slightly easier already since you could feel your wash of emotions becoming a little more dull and monotone. "No... I'm not taking any."

"Ohh, that's fantastic, sweetie! I'm proud of you!" Iris replied in glee, while your mother and grandmother contently listened to the conversation. "You might just be the perfect fit for the job, then!"

"Huh?" With a confused expression, you tilt your head back at her before reaching for your cup to have another drink.

"It's nothing much, but my son -- you know, we live on the farm too -- he's embarrassed because he's never seen a naked girl. Just do him that little favor, pretty please? I'd just do it myself, but he's a bit shy and doesn't fancy the idea of seeing his mommy nude." Your mother nods along at the same time, "That's a great idea! You would probably be the highlight of his life!" Meanwhile your grandmother couldn't see what the fuzz was all about. "Why all the excitement? Showing your breasts is the natural thing anyway! If people wouldn't complain, I'd walk around nake--" -- "That's enough, thanks 'ma," your mother swiftly interrupted her and they all looked right back at you.