PrologueThe evening sun was beginning to cast a beautiful orange-golden hue over the long, sandy beach. Anyone might have mistaken it for a dream isnd: endless white sand, a clear blue ocean, and palm trees gently swaying in the evening breeze. It was spotless- save for one little spot near the water, right there in the sand—a girl. Or rather, a young woman. And a naked one at that.
With a pained groan, caused by a devastating headache pounding inside her skull, her hazel eyes fluttered open. She sat up slowly in the soft sand, still too dizzy and disoriented to process much more than the fact that the surface she was on felt... weird. This definitely wasn't her bed.
As the headache finally began to subside, she blinked twice, staring out into a vast ocean, a light breeze tickling her skin and making her long, messy brown hair dance a bit, all while her brain struggled to process the unfamiliar sight. She looked down and, to her shock, realized that she wasn't wearing a single thing. Of course, this wouldn't be unusual for her, as she tended to sleep naked- but that was at home! In her own bed!
Where the fuck am I!? How did I get here!? The cogs in her mind turned, trying to make sense of it all, but she barely had time to think before she noticed the next bizarre thing. She could feel something hard and rigid on the underside of her left wrist. Turning it over, her mouth went slightly agape at the strange, small diamond-shaped, metallic object embedded in her skin, the flesh around it red and irritated, like it had been impnted only hours ago.
She stared at it for a moment in disbelief. Nothing seemed to make sense anymore. In fact, this had to be a dream! Yeah, that had to be it—a vivid and extremely realistic dream. Taking a deep breath to steel her nerves and calm her racing heart, she tried to wake up. But... no matter how hard she tried to, the only thing she could feel very clearly now was sand. Sand in pces where it really shouldn't be. She tried again, pinching herself, but still... nothing. “Okay.”
“Okay.” Her brain finally caught up, and the realization hit her like a truck. This wasn't a dream... at least not one you could just wake up from. Her breaths started coming in short, rapid bursts now, and her heart hammered against her ribcage. "How can this be real? Is this some kind of sick joke? A prank? Did I get kidnapped?" No matter how she tried to expin this situation she had found herself in rationally, it didn't make any damn sense. She didn't even live anywhere near any beaches, let alone tropical ones!
When she finally decided to get up, though stumbling for a moment; understandably still a bit dizzy after everything, she quickly made her way to the water, which was just a few steps away from the spot where she had woken up. With a quick dip and a rinse, she made sure to get all of the sand off her skin. Kneeling there in the water, rubbing her pale skin, she couldn’t help but wonder: how long had she been lying there, completely naked under the sun, practically getting cooked by the relentless heat?
Hannah barely had a moment to think about it as she stepped out of the warm saltwater. All of a sudden, her eyes were wide with shock and horror, and for a good reason too; standing just a few feet away from her was another girl, one hand confidently pced on her wide hips and a neutral smile on her lips to go along with it. She had beautiful, tanned skin, and her hair was almost like a flowing river of dark chocote, falling down her back in luscious waves. As if that hadn’t been enough, she was also tall and slender, slightly athletic even, with an aura of casual confidence that scared Hannah. This beautiful, tall woman was standing there, in nothing more than a yellow shoulder-free crop top with the Brazilian fg on it, and a pair of denim shorts that were much too short, the strings of her thong clearly visible around her hips.
Still dripping wet and even less covered than the Brazilian beauty standing in front of her, Hannah felt a heat rising to her cheeks that had absolutely nothing to do with the sun burning overhead. In a moment of sudden panic, she yelped, and with nothing else to shield her naked body from the stranger's eyes, her hands flew to cover herself—one arm crossed over her rather rge breasts, and one hand covering her crotch.
"Calm down, gata,1hot, attractive, or very pretty woman it's not like I've never seen a naked girl before, okay?" The stranger seemed almost amused by the dispy, though there was also a certain kind of curiosity and concern in her eyes.
Her smile didn't even waver as she took a few steps closer and suddenly pulled her crop top over her head, a small bck bikini top underneath, barely able to contain her chest. Without a word, she handed Hannah her yellow top, who looked at it for a moment, completely baffled, before taking it from the girl with a hesitant, trembling hand, quickly turning her back to the gorgeous woman and pulling it over her head. The yellow fabric settled on her skin, leaving her nipples hard and visible as it clung to her still-wet curves. It was too tight around her chest, clearly made for a smaller bust size. Before she could even turn around again, the strange woman handed Hannah her denim shorts as well.
"Here," she said, her tone casual and friendly, "these might also be a bit tight on you, but... better than nothing, né?"2"right?"
"T-Thank you..." Hannah finally managed to whisper, her shy, stuttery voice barely audible over the calming sound of waves crashing against the shore.
"Que isso. De boa."3"Come on. It's nothing."
Pulling the shorts up her legs, Hannah struggled to find the courage to speak up again, even though she wanted to ask so many questions. The shorts, as expected, were very tight, hugging her wide hips and round ass like a second skin. She could barely get the button to close.
"Ent?o...4"So.../Well..." judging from your confused look, you probably have a lot of questions, né?"
Turning back around, still feeling a bit too exposed with these borrowed, tight clothes, Hannah could only nod in response, clutching her arm with her other hand and avoiding eye contact.
"Well, for starters, my name's Camil, and..." she paused and let out a heavy sigh, rubbing the back of her neck. "Olha,5"Look,/Listen," this is gonna sound crazy, but... you're not on Earth anymore."
