A story I wrote for a client who is very, *very* into webbing and membranes.
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It had been a remarkable day for Mia. It rarely ended this well when looking for dates on Tinder. She never hid the fact that she wasn't human. She was a Naiad, and proud of it. So she disclosed her origins on her profile. For the people that didn't bother reading, her first picture was a selfie of herself waving at the camera, revealing the translucent membranes that stretched between her fingers. She even included several close ups of her hands, so people would see that no one in their right mind would spend so much time photoshopping such detailed webbing, just for a prank. She still managed to meet pricks that didn't pay attention to that and, upon meeting, decided they weren't attracted to her. Or complete weirdos who just wanted to meet her to see the webbing up close out of curiosity, as if she was some kind of zoo animal.
Today her luck was much better though. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that she hadn't pulled this boy off Tinder. This was a blind date set up for her by a coworker. Some cousin of a friend. Her first impression had been "This boy is cute!", and surely he was thinking the same, by the way his eyes lit up when he saw her. The oddities in her body weren't too obvious, though. She wore a light kimono over her blouse, because the sleeves gave her space for the membranes that went up her forearms, instead of squeezing them and making her uncomfortable. The kimono also happened to have long sleeves, so they covered part of her hands, and those were only slightly longer than those of a human, so right now it wasn't noticeable. She did catch him eyeing her feet. She wore open toe sandals, and she had an extra toe on each foot. Maybe he picked that up. Or maybe he just had a thing for feet. Well, hers were soft and well manicured. So as long as he could get past the extra toe and the webbing, they could have a good time.
And what a great time were they having so far! They went to get lunch at a cozy place that wasn't too expensive. They chatted each other's ears off, overstaying their welcome at the restaurant. The conversation was flowing, their senses of humor were compatible, and more than once they laughed until they were in tears. They went to grab some ice cream afterwards. Later, a walk at the park. Then a spur of the moment visit to a museum with weird, modern art, where they tried to give their deep analysis of a banana taped to the wall. And as if they hadn't eaten enough already, they went into another restaurant to keep talking over dinner.
Okay, they clearly liked each other, were having the time of their lives, and Mia was tired of walking. She proposed going back to her place. The young man accepted with a gleaming smile. "He knows he's going to score." She thought. But once they settled onto her sofa for some Netflix and chill, the guy seemed to take the chill part seriously. The movie was good, but Mia hoped he'd be less hooked by it, and more interested in hooking up. He was respectful, and that was adorable, but she almost wanted to scream "JUST DISRESPECT ME ALREADY!".
She smiled mischievously to herself. After a deep stretch, she lied down on the sofa, head on the side opposite to her date, and placed her feet on the guy's lap. She set them closer to his crotch than to his knees, on purpose, and now she felt him get stiff, straightening his back, his attention pulled from the TV. 'My feet hurt from walking so much today.' She said in an exaggerated voice. 'So that makes it your fault. Care to give me a foot rub? Pretty please?'