Stacy hid her lack of confidence as she approached Christina and Michael - she was all smiles.  She blushed as she heard Christina explain to him that he could change here if he wanted.  There she stood, a bathing suit in her hand for Michael as she watched his pants fall to the pool deck, causing her to blush further.  Her thoughts shifted from being concerned about her appearance and attire to Mike's appearance and choice.  He looked amazing, but she already knew that.  Her proximity to him made her tense, especially under the circumstances of his impending decision - whether he put on the bathing suit or not, it was clear that his underwear was coming off.  His thing would be RIGHT there, she acknowledged.  Stacy knew if she turned the other way, he would be offended.<br/><br/>However, the spotlight shifted to Stacy when Christina asked the question.  This was a whole new culture for her.<br/><br/>Stacy gave a shy smile and nodded her head in agreement with Christina. "Yes...I definitely agree."  Instantly, she evaluated what she had just said.  Why did she use the word definitely?  She was embarrassed and wondered if she made herself too obvious.  She smiled at Michael; the situational pressure didn't afford her an opportunity to back away, so she stood there.<br/><br/>It happened so fast.  Christina began to undress...right there.  She went from looking spectacular....to looking even more spectacular.  It was hard for Stacy not to notice, admitting that she wasn't in her league.  It was obvious to Stacy the reasons Christina had been entrusted with so much.   She was beautiful, had amazing skin, her hair was luxurious, and her body was one of God's best designs.  However, it was her inherent qualities that made Stacy want to be more like her - confident, independent, responsible, and she seemed genuinely interested in those around her.<br/><br/>Stacy stood there and watched Christina gracefully enter the pool before she returned her attention to Mike.  In mere minutes, Stacy went from being concerned about being under dressed, revealing too much, to being overdressed.  She blushed, as she watched Mike's face.  There was an awkward silence, which always made Stacy uncomfortable.  She would always subjugate her needs and wants to those of others.  She filled the social void, "umm...wow.  well," she shrugged her shoulders as her face became bright red, "I guess I will, if you.......will."  It was more of a question than a statement, as she looked up to Mike for approval.  She knew nobody in the house, except these two, and she yielded to the perceived acceptance standards.  She giggled meekly, her shyness front and center.<br/><br/>As she stood there at one end with Mike, her statement already made, she saw another gentleman appear at the other end of the pool.  It was someone she hadn't met, and she decided quickly that if Mike wanted to go naked, it would be another obstacle she'd have to overcome internally.