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Not only does the bikini fit, it is the single most comfortable garment I've ever worn. It contours itself perfectly to my body, and it even seems to somewhat relieve the constant barrage of pain and arousal plaguing my lady parts.

We walk along the crowded beach, both of us attracting an abundance of attention, but in very different ways. Sadie casually rebuffs one potential suitor after another, while I'm forced to endure a gauntlet of jeers and insults. Eventually, I can't stand it anymore.

I stop, place my hands on my hips, and glare at the beautiful woman accompanying me. "Sadie, why exactly did you drag me out here? Just to make a fool of me? To see how many different 'fat-ass' jokes I could inspire?"

She laughs softly and turns to face me. "Darling, I brought you out here to teach you. Look around you. You are the sexiest bitch on this beach. Well...maybe the second sexiest," she says with a wink.

I roll my eyes. "Yeah, okay," I respond sarcastically.

"I'm serious!" she insists, places her hands on my arms are staring intently into my eyes. "Most of these guys that are cracking jokes would absolutely kill to get a shot at that sexy ass of yours!"

I know there's at least some truth to what she's saying. There's definitely better looking women on this beach, but there's always a market for a plump set of "T and A". And yet...

"Yo, make some room for the rest of us, lard-ass," says a passing college-age male, earning a bout of laughter from his companions. I glare after him, but Sadie quickly reaches out and tilts my head back to face her.

"It's not you, Gwynn! It's not your body they hate. It's just your aura. So let's do something about that, shall we?"

I sigh. It's worth a try, I suppose. "Okay, what do I do? How do I make it stop?"

She shakes her head a bit impatiently. "Again, darling, you don't make it stop. You learn to use it. But first, you need to learn to feel it. To be it. Close your eyes. Arms to the side. Try to relax."

I do as she says.

"Good," she murmurs softly. "Now listen closely to me, Sanguinara Pierson. You are your body, and you are your brain...but you are also your soul. You are used to seeing the world through your eyes, touching it with your hands, understanding it with your brain...but your soul does not reside in the eyes, or in the hands, or in the brain. Your soul is within you and throughout you, and it extends well beyond you."

The sounds of the ocean, of the birds and beachgoers, they all seem to be fading. Even her voice is beginning to sound quiet and distant as she continues.

"Be your soul, Sanguinara. Be not your eyes, or your ears, or your skin, or your brain. Free yourself...now."

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Not only does the bikini fit, it is the single most comfortable garment I've ever worn. It contours itself perfectly to my body, and it even seems to somewhat relieve the constant barrage of pain and arousal plaguing my lady parts.

We walk along the crowded beach, both of us attracting an abundance of attention, but in very different ways. Sadie casually rebuffs one potential suitor after another, while I'm forced to endure a gauntlet of jeers and insults. Eventually, I can't stand it anymore.

I stop, place my hands on my hips, and glare at the beautiful woman accompanying me. "Sadie, why exactly did you drag me out here? Just to make a fool of me? To see how many different 'fat-ass' jokes I could inspire?"

She laughs softly and turns to face me. "Darling, I brought you out here to teach you. Look around you. You are the sexiest bitch on this beach. Well...maybe the second sexiest," she says with a wink.

I roll my eyes. "Yeah, okay," I respond sarcastically.

"I'm serious!" she insists, places her hands on my arms are staring intently into my eyes. "Most of these guys that are cracking jokes would absolutely kill to get a shot at that sexy ass of yours!"

I know there's at least some truth to what she's saying. There's definitely better looking women on this beach, but there's always a market for a plump set of "T and A". And yet...

"Yo, make some room for the rest of us, lard-ass," says a passing college-age male, earning a bout of laughter from his companions. I glare after him, but Sadie quickly reaches out and tilts my head back to face her.

"It's not you, Gwynn! It's not your body they hate. It's just your aura. So let's do something about that, shall we?"

I sigh. It's worth a try, I suppose. "Okay, what do I do? How do I make it stop?"

She shakes her head a bit impatiently. "Again, darling, you don't make it stop. You learn to use it. But first, you need to learn to feel it. To be it. Close your eyes. Arms to the side. Try to relax."

I do as she says.

"Good," she murmurs softly. "Now listen closely to me, Sanguinara Pierson. You are your body, and you are your brain...but you are also your soul. You are used to seeing the world through your eyes, touching it with your hands, understanding it with your brain...but your soul does not reside in the eyes, or in the hands, or in the brain. Your soul is within you and throughout you, and it extends well beyond you."

The sounds of the ocean, of the birds and beachgoers, they all seem to be fading. Even her voice is beginning to sound quiet and distant as she continues.

"Be your soul, Sanguinara. Be not your eyes, or your ears, or your skin, or your brain. Free yourself...now."