This is a repost of the story: Amy – Losing Control The original author has stopped working on it and gave me permission to continue Amy’s journey.
I decided to not just repost every chapter in its original form but to edit them here and there to make them a better read. This might be controversial but I promise that, aside from a few details, the plot hasn’t changed much at all.
Every other day I will post a chapter of the original story and at the end you will get a completely new one, too! So, stay tuned.
Every bit of feedback is greatly appreciated!
Chapter 1 - Improvise
Twelve-year-old Amy Larson and her friend Emma stood at the entrance to the indoor waterpark, which just recently had its grand opening.
Both girls were visibly excited, their eyes bright with anticipation. They waved goodbye to Emma’s mom, who had dropped the girls off by car.
“Bye, Mom! Don’t forget to come back for us!” Emma called out, her voice echoing in the vast parking lot.
“Have fun, girls!” Emma’s mom called back with a smile, before driving off toward an important work-related appointment she had in another town. She’d be back in a few hours to pick them up.
“Look how big that building is, Em. It’s huge!” Amy said, awestruck, her head tilted back to take in the towering structure.
“Of course it is. How else would they fit all the slides and stuff?” Emma grinned, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “Come on, let’s go inside already. I want to see if that giant twisty slide from the commercial is real!”
At the entrance desk, a friendly woman greeted them with a warm smile. “Welcome to Splash Planet! First time here?”
“Yeah!” both girls said in unison, their voices filled with enthusiasm.
After paying for their entry, the woman handed them each a colorful flyer. “Here’s a map and some basic rules. The changing rooms are just through those doors. Enjoy yourselves!”
The girls walked toward the changing rooms, their footsteps echoing on the tiled floor. The entrance hall was a bustling hub of activity, filled with shops and food stalls. The size of the place was overwhelming, and the directions from the staff lady were greatly appreciated.
Emma and Amy headed into the women’s changing room and found themselves in a large space divided into two areas. The room was filled with the sound of laughter, shouts and the rustling of clothes.
“Oh wow, this looks like our school locker room,” Amy said, nodding toward the rows of benches and lockers.
“Yeah, except ten times cleaner and much more modern,” Emma replied to the comparison. “Look, over there are private stalls.”
It was still quite early, so the place wasn’t too crowded yet, though there were some women and girls in various stages of getting changed. The air was filled with the smell of chlorine and a mix of excitement and anticipation overcame the girls.
“There’s already people here?” Amy asked bewildered, glancing around, her eyes wide with surprise. They explicitly arrived early to circumvent bad traffic.
“Early birds,” Emma said with a smirk. “They probably wanted to grab the best chairs by the pools.”
Just then, Emma noticed something across the room and grinned, nudging Amy. Amy followed her gaze to a young woman crouched beside her toddler son.
The boy stood on a bench, while his mother was in the process of stripping him down. The mom gave him directions to turn this and that way for her, but he seemed to be too distracted, his eyes fixed on another woman changing into her bathing suit.
The funny part was the way he was staring at the sight of the topless woman, his eyes wide with awe. The woman seemed to be oblivious to the little boy, but his mom certainly wasn’t. She looked slightly annoyed about him not helping her change himself.
This whole scene was funny as it was, but when the mother pulled down the young boy’s underpants, Emma and Amy broke out in loud laughter. The boy’s little stiff pecker had sprung up from being pulled down by the underpants’ waistband. It now pointed up, saluting the troops with a wobble.
Both girls had brothers. They were well aware that boys often had no control over their silly penises but such a sight was hilarious to them, nonetheless.
The little boy looked completely oblivious to his state as he only had eyes for the half-naked woman in front of him. His mother was trying to ignore his innocent and involuntary reaction. Instead, she made him step into his pirate-themed swim bottoms and pulled them up and over his small erection. As quickly as that, the show was over and the girls moved on.
Amy was first to enter one of the many private changing stalls. She was about to close its door when Emma shoved herself inside the same small space. Amy was a little surprised by that, her eyebrow raising in question.
“Oh, umm… Don’t you want your own stall?”
“I’m fine changing together with you. We’re friends now after all. And friends change together all the time. I always change with my other friends. Don’t you?” Emma asked, her tone casual but with an underlying hint of challenge.
Amy blushed, her cheeks turning a shade of pink. “You are the only friend I made since my family moved here. And I never changed with my old friends. The last time with someone else was way back when me and my siblings were much younger.” she explained, visibly embarrassed about the unfamiliar situation.
“Is this a problem then? If you want, I can take another stall. I don’t care too much. I just thought you would be cool with that.” Emma said, giving Amy a look that almost signaled disappointment.
Amy felt pressured now. She didn’t want to risk her newly acquired friendship with Emma about this issue. Even though she still felt very unsure about it, Amy decided to swallow the pill. “No, it’s okay. I’m just not used to it, that’s all.”
“Cool, let’s go then. I want to see these slides!” Emma exclaimed, her enthusiasm contagious.
Both girls began to strip out of their clothes. Since it had been quite hot that day, Amy wore a light pink summer dress, while Emma had chosen to wear a crop top and shorts combo.
Amy was just done taking her clothes off by stepping out of her panties when she noticed that Emma was already standing in her lime green bikini next to her. She looked so beautiful in it.
“Wow, you were quick.”
“I wore this under my clothes. It saves so much time that way.” Emma explained, looking back at Amy.
Amy felt a little stupid for not thinking of dressing in her swimsuit this morning too. Every minute they spent in the changing rooms, they couldn’t spend having fun after all.
Bent over her bag, she searched for her own swimsuit.
Meanwhile, Emma mustered her friend’s naked body from the side. Emma wasn’t into girls or anything but she was still interested in how she ranked among her peers. She was happy to confirm that she was ahead of Amy development wise. Especially in the boob-department. But looking at it, Emma had to admit that Amy possessed a small but very cute butt.
Emma, being younger than Amy by two months, started puberty over a year ago. She’d been one of the first girls in her class to grow boobs. Amy, on the other hand, was a late-bloomer.
She was shorter than Emma, had thinner arms and legs and lacked the slight curves that Emma already showed. With the exception of her well-toned butt…
Emma couldn’t resist and gave Amy a light but firm smack on her left cheek, which echoed through the air and made Amy jump in surprise. She turned to face Emma, rubbing the assaulted wiggle-bun.
“Hey, what was that for?” Amy said, her voice a mix of confusion and amusement.
Emma shrugged, her eyes roaming up and down Amy’s naked front that was now turned toward her. They came to rest at her crotch, growing wide.
“Cool, you’ve got pubes, too!” Emma exclaimed with enthusiasm.
Amy flinched. Her friend’s voice was certainly loud enough for people outside the stall to overhear.
Just a few months ago, Amy had still been completely hairless, while most of her peers in school had at least some amount of pubes. Then finally, the finest dusting of tiny blonde hair appeared. It was almost invisible, though. If you didn’t know it existed, you had a hard time noticing it at all. Then, a few days ago, Amy noticed a handful longer and darker hairs above her slit. She felt relief and excitement to finally catch up to all the other girls.
In private, Amy felt very proud of her newly acquired pubic hair but now that someone else was paying close attention to it, she felt embarrassed and self-conscious instead.
Emma, who pointed out her observation, saw Amy blush and turn away.
“Don’t look, it’s weird.” Amy said, holding one hand between her legs to shield herself from view.
“Don’t be silly. It’s totally normal for friends to share these things. Here, look.”
Amy turned her head and saw Emma move one hand to her bikini bottom’s waistband, pulling it down. Amy’s eyes went wide. Emma exposed herself just like that. But to Amy’s complete surprise, there was no hair!
“I thought you had pubes.” Amy said, audibly confused.
“Yep.”
“But there is none.”
“That’s because I shave. Everyday.”
“Why?”
“I think it looks much better, and it also feels so much nicer when I… you know.” Emma said, grinning at Amy, while her other hand made circular motions, hovering over her crotch.
“Oh.” was all Amy could say, entranced by the sight Emma gave her. She knew about masturbation. Well, the concept of it. She even experimented a little herself in the past, but hasn’t ever taken it very far.
For some reason, Amy couldn’t take her eyes off her friend’s bare charms. Even though she obviously has seen other girls’ vaginas lots of times in other changing rooms, she was still very curious about how she compared to Emma.
Amy noticed some differences. Emma’s outer lips looked thicker and puffier hiding everything behind them, including her clitoral hood, which peeked through only at the very top. Amy’s hood on the other hand was bigger and much more prominent while her smaller labia were neatly tucked away between her legs so that they didn’t show as much.
“Hey, quit staring you perv!” Emma said teasingly. Amy was torn from her thoughts. She felt caught. She had been staring, hasn’t she?
But then Emma laughed, pulling her bikini bottoms back into place. “I’m just messing with you! But we should stop wasting any more time. Go on and put on your swimsuit.”
Amy nodded, smiling at Emma’s little prank. She resumed the search for her swimsuit. But there was a problem. No matter how much she looked inside her bag, there was no swimsuit. Her heart sank as she realized.
“I, uh… I can’t find my swimsuit. I went through my whole bag. It’s not there.” Amy confessed, her voice trembling with anxiety.
“Shut up. You didn’t bring your swimsuit?” Emma said in disbelief. She took a turn rummaging through her friend’s bag to make sure it really wasn’t there.
“No, I definitely put it in my bag. It must’ve fallen out or something. Maybe it’s in your mom’s car still.”
“This is bad, Amy.”
“I know. We need to call your mom.”
“That won’t do anything. She’s at that stupid meeting today, remember? She won’t return for us any time soon.”
After going through the whole bag herself, Emma came to the same conclusion as Amy. The swimsuit was not inside.
“Hey, how much money do we have? Maybe it’s enough to go buy a new swimsuit from one of the shops here.” Amy suggested, in her voice, a glimmer of hope.
Both girls pulled out their purses and together they had about twenty bucks. “That’s not nearly enough. I saw some of the prices at the store windows when we went inside and the cheapest were like double that.” Emma said. Amy felt crushed.
Both girls sighed. Each thinking of a quick solution to their problem. Amy felt horrible in that moment. This could ruin their whole day, and it would be her fault. But suddenly Amy saw a change in her friend’s demeanor as if she had an idea.
“What is it?” Amy asked with renewed hope.
“Well, I’ve got the solution, but you won’t like it. It might be the only way to get your butt inside the pools today, though.”
Emma said with a slight smirk on her lips.
“Ok?” there was a resurgence of hope in Amy.
“Why don’t you just go in your underwear?” Emma suggested.
This caught Amy off guard. “What? Are you kidding? I can’t do that!”
“Why not, though?” Emma asked with a serious expression.
“No one does! It would be like… the worst!” Amy said in disbelief.
“Wait, hold on. Think about it, please. Isn’t a bikini just like a bra and panties? Most people wouldn’t even notice the difference!” Emma argued with total conviction.
“Yeah, except I don’t wear bras yet and my panties are… well… I wouldn’t want anyone to see me in those.” Amy said, pointing at the pair of light pink panties with cartoon princesses on them.
“Okay. I agree that you might not want to wear yours, but I’ve got spare panties with me that might fit you and I think they’d look cute on you, too. Here, try them on.” Emma said, handing Amy a pair she pulled from her own bag.
Amy immediately noticed how light they were. She barely even felt them laying in her hands. The material was incredibly thin. They were plain white and had a pretty strange cut.
Amy stepped into them and pulled them up, frowning. Surprisingly, there was no waistband — nor any leg elastics. It almost looked like someone had trimmed them away. Instead, the edges of the material had a simple seam that prevented the panties to just disintegrate.
Luckily, even though the panties were about half a size too large on her, they didn’t slide down and fit her well. Due to their lightweight nature, the bit of friction they had on Amy’s skin was just enough to hold them in place… but only just.
Aside from the missing waistband and the resulting low cut, the panties looked like a regular bikini bottom. Amy quickly noticed that her butt cheeks were half-exposed. Something she wasn’t used to at all. Her own swimsuits always covered everything.
“I guess they’re fine. They feel nice.” Amy admitted, visibly hesitant.
“I know, right?” Emma said encouragingly.
“But that only solves half my problems.” Amy said, pointing up at her chest, her voice filled with worry.
Emma rolled her eyes and said: “Oh my god Amy, those are so small, no one will notice them. Most people will think you’re just a little girl running around topless and that’s nothing special.”
Amy’s head instantly turned crimson from embarrassment.
She was well aware that her friend wasn’t wrong. Her “breasts” were nothing more than two tiny mounds. They barely even elevated from her chest. But it still hurt when Emma pointed it out so directly.
But not only did she feel self-conscious about the size of her little buds, but also the way her nipples have grown to sit very prominently at their peaks. They really have puffed out lately, forming small elevated mounds on her breast buds, catching all the attention. Their pink color was in stark contrast to Amy’s otherwise fair skin tone.
Seeing that she obviously hit a wrong note with Amy, Emma tried to take a gentler approach: “Look, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be rude to you. I’d give you my bra, but I think this would just look silly. Your only option is to go topless in my opinion.” Emma explained.
Amy was struggling. But she had to agree that wearing Emma’s A-cup bra would make little sense. But going topless? She couldn’t imagine doing that.
“You want me to go out like this? I could never… I mean… I can’t…” Amy stammered. She felt close to panicking.
“You’ve got to, though.” Emma insisted, leaving no room for argument.
“Uh, I think I will just wait while you go without me. I can’t do that” Amy said with a trembling voice. She felt close to tears.
“No. If you don’t go, I won’t go either. There would be no fun without you anyway.” Emma told Amy, her tone final.
“But… then both our days would be ruined.” Amy said with desperation.
“I know…” Emma said with a sigh. But then she added: “Look, when I was on vacation in France last year, I saw countless women and even girls our age going topless on the beach. It is the most normal thing over there. No one will care about a young girl like you being topless anyway.”
Amy’s mind was in conflict. On the one hand, she felt responsible for losing her swimsuit. And on the other hand, she was absolutely frightened by the idea of going topless in public. There was a moment of silence where Amy was weighing her options, her heart racing with anxiety.
Then… she sighed. There really was no other way.
“Fine, I’ll do it. I don’t want to ruin everything for you.” Amy finally said in defeat, her voice filled with resignation.
“Yay! You’re the best!” Emma squeaked, grabbing her friend in a tight hug. Emma felt Amy’s nipples poke her upper body. Their stiff nature was undeniable; a stark reminder of the decision Amy had just made.
