Girl Scout Cookies

Note: I am not the original author(s) of this story, though I may add to it once I finish transferring over the original story. I am moving this story over from editthis for the better functionality of chyoa. I am editing the chapters as I move them over, so some chapters may be combined or eliminated based on the new format.

I have made the following changes right off the bat: I am clarifying that the two girls are 18 (they are in their last year of high school, so they can continue to be Girl Scouts) and I am making the names customizeable, though the default will be Claire and Lin, as in the original story. (due to the difficulty of maintaining customization consistency throughout the story, I'm not going to make their appearance customizeable).

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You are sitting in your apartment on a lazy Saturday afternoon, idly flipping through channels on TV, wondering what you're going to do for the rest of the day. Not finding anything, you think about just falling asleep on the couch when you hear a knock at the door. You rouse yourself enough to answer the door. Standing outside are two older teenage girls wearing white button-up blouses, tan skirts, and tan sashes showing that they are Girl Scouts.

"Hello, sir," one of them says. She's a short, assertive girl with curly brown hair that barely reaches her shoulders. The white shirt of her uniform struggles to contain her ample chest, and her skirt looks like it might have been shortened from standard issue. The top button of her blouse is undone, giving you a slight glimpse of her cleavage. "I'm Claire, and this is Lin, and we're selling cookies in your complex."

Lin is standing behind her with the wagon of cookies and with a more reserved look on her face. Her Asian features are surrounded by straight black hair that reaches down to her waist. She is quite a bit taller than Claire, almost your height, with a slender figure.

"Aren't you two a little old to be selling Girl Scout cookies?" you ask with a smile? Claire rolls her eyes as if she's had to answer this question a lot today. "We're both in our senior year of high school, so even though we turned 18 over the summer, we get to be in the program one more year. Would you like to buy some cookies?"

"Sure," you reply, glad to spend some time with these two attractive (and as you now know, legal) teens, even if it's just for a little while.

"What kind of cookies do you want?" Claire asks.