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The evening falls and the street soon becomes quiet. The nearest canal is about 1.000 meters away. It will be difficult to get there, being a mermaid and all, but it is by far the best connection to the Atlantic ocean.
You wait untill well after midnight. About 2 hours. Just to be absolutly sure that no-one will be awake to see you. Though you should still stay careful to not be seen. While waiting for this time of night, you have plenty of time to memorise the optimal route on google maps using satalite view.
The time has come and you grab your stuff. You are holding a plastic bag in your hands and have a large backpack with your camping tent on your back. The heavy bag feels rough on your small and naked feminine frame. The only clothing piece you wear is still just the bra the genie gave.
You make a dash for it outside. Hugging the bushes and staying off the road when possible to avoid detection. You discover hopping like a seal is the fastest form of movement. Though the rough road and sidewalk are extremely painful as you are essentially dragging yourself across it. And your hair keeps getting in your face. When you reach areas that are out of sight from local houses, you rest and recover.
After one final and painful dash straight through a residential area, you make it to the canal. Satisfied you lower yourself in. You worry if some people saw you through their windows, but there seem to be no lights turned on inside the houses. Now you just have to swim while carrying your bags above the water to keep them dry.
After a long swim you make it to a large lake. You find a quiet place near the edges and set up your tent. It is one of those automatic tents that unfolds itself.
Exhausted, you climb in and fall asleep. When you wake up...
You wait untill well after midnight. About 2 hours. Just to be absolutly sure that no-one will be awake to see you. Though you should still stay careful to not be seen. While waiting for this time of night, you have plenty of time to memorise the optimal route on google maps using satalite view.
The time has come and you grab your stuff. You are holding a plastic bag in your hands and have a large backpack with your camping tent on your back. The heavy bag feels rough on your small and naked feminine frame. The only clothing piece you wear is still just the bra the genie gave.
You make a dash for it outside. Hugging the bushes and staying off the road when possible to avoid detection. You discover hopping like a seal is the fastest form of movement. Though the rough road and sidewalk are extremely painful as you are essentially dragging yourself across it. And your hair keeps getting in your face. When you reach areas that are out of sight from local houses, you rest and recover.
After one final and painful dash straight through a residential area, you make it to the canal. Satisfied you lower yourself in. You worry if some people saw you through their windows, but there seem to be no lights turned on inside the houses. Now you just have to swim while carrying your bags above the water to keep them dry.
After a long swim you make it to a large lake. You find a quiet place near the edges and set up your tent. It is one of those automatic tents that unfolds itself.
Exhausted, you climb in and fall asleep. When you wake up...
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