She stepped into the bathroom and flicked the light on and spent a moment staring at it. She'd spent most of her life without electricity and the idea that people had miniature suns that could be turned on and off at will still brought made her smile. That was nothing compared to the idea that water, warm water if Pete remembered to fill her hot water bottle before going to sleep, would simply come to fill a tub any time she wanted it was some kind of magic she could barely wrap her mind around. The only thing she didn't really like about the house was that it had apparently been designed for people considerably taller than five nothing and she couldn't reach the towels or anything else on the top shelf without climbing on the counters. It was a small price to pay though for magic lights and hot and cold running water.
Amber sat at the edge of her tea cup shaped tub. The guys had thought it was absolutely hilarious to give her a tea cup for a bath. It even had a handle for towel rack and sat on a floral print saucer. It took her almost a year before she'd understood they were making fun of her. They'd found out the next night that one thing that wasn't tiny about her was her temper. By the time she'd finished buzzing around their ears they swore they'd never tease her again. That had lasted all of a week before they thought it was funny offer her napkins whenever she looked cold. It took a while but she learned to just roll her eyes and ignore them when they insisted upon acting like juveniles. Putting up with their occasional jokes was far better than living in the woods anyway.
That went double for when they remembered to leave her a cap full of the scented bubble potions like they had last night. It took her both hands to pour it into the tea cup and then let the warm water flow. It wasn't as hot as she liked it but it would more than suffice as the aroma of strawberries wafted into the room.
Once the cup was filled with warm water and bubbles Amber slipped her nude form into the cup and let out a gentle sigh. It wasn't just that she enjoyed the warm water or the bubbles. She enjoyed the false modesty of being surrounded by bubbles and knowing if Pete, Mike or John walked in as they had a habit of doing they'd know she was nude beneath the water but she was just as covered up as she would be in a parka. Occasionally she'd teasingly stick one foot out of the water just enough for them to see a bit of her calf before returning to her bath. Other times she'd sit up trusting the bubbles to conceal her bits. It was always worth the look they'd give her. Like she was the one invading their space.
Naïve was a word a lot of people used to describe Amber but she'd had a pretty good idea of what she was getting into when she moved in with three men. It would be a lie to claim she didn't enjoy all the attention she constantly got from them. Amber liked the way they pretended they weren't looking at her when she darted into the room and she loved it when they thought she couldn't hear the comments they made about her. She was one of their favorite subjects especially when they started drinking. Sometimes they wouldn't even notice her in the room sitting cross legged on the table while they talked about her lithe legs and pert butt. Pete in particularly liked her narrow waist and the way her but swished back and forth whenever she walked.
Amber soaked in her tub for almost half an hour before she finally emerged from the now cool water and after drying off walked back into her bedroom and pulled out the outfit she planned to wear for the day. It was something she knew for sure would have all the boys unable to pull their eyes from her and they'd be anxious to as they'd often said when they thought she couldn't hear them peel her like a banana.
It was just a plain green strapless, backless dress. Nothing about it seemed particularly special to Amber, not when she was used to dressing up as lots of characters from the cartoons the boys watched. That was something she couldn't really figure out though. It had taken them almost a month to stop gushing when she'd dressed up as Wonder Woman. It was the strangest thing because she normally wore bikinis and went either barefoot or in heels. Everything she'd learned growing up was that men liked women dressed in as little as possible but not her boys. They liked her as Wonder Woman, Sailor Moon, Harley Quinn and Chun Li but she'd held off on this one for a special occasion.
One deep breath and Amber wriggled into her new dress and then she posed in front of her mirror. Just like she'd designed it the dress was a little too short. If she pulled it up high enough to cover her nipples it was too high cover her peach like ass and pulled down low enough conceal her rump left her rosy pink nipples exposed. "What a tough decision." Amber mused pulling on a pair of matching green panties that would just call extra attention to just how scant her dress really was.
The shoes were asking a bit much though she thought with a sneer. Guys didn't really have a habit of noticing what kind of shoes a woman was wearing, unless she was only wearing shoes, but slippers with a puff ball at the top? That simply wasn't happening, especially when walking around barefoot was still an option. It didn't hurt that John really liked feet and made a point of complimenting her on her toe nails whenever he happened to notice them. So much that she made it a point of making certain that she wriggled her toes in his face whenever she painted them and last nights deep green wasn't going to be an exception.
The only thing left for the pint sized beauty to decide was what she was going to do with her dirty blonde hair. She could always put it up in a bun like the character but that was something old people did wasn't it? Amber honestly could never completely tell what the guys would like until they were busy gushing over her. Half the time she thought they had to be humoring her since they seemed equally happy to watch her put on cat ears and crawl around as they were to see her dressed in blue overalls and a red hat. After a few minutes of thinking about it she decided to wear a bright pink wig with a bob cut she'd gotten a while back.
One last look in the mirror and Amber left her room and drifted down the hallway. According to the weather machine it was just about six o'clock. She still had a solid twenty minutes or so before they were supposed to be around longer than that if they hit any traffic so she plopped down on the couch turning on the remote with her foot. Amber casually flipped through the channels mildly shaking her head. This odd box had more stories being told at any one time than she'd heard her entire life and still at any given time she'd rather play with the satanic feline. Amber couldn't see Tajar anywhere at the moment but that wasn't exactly comforting.
Tajar was, like most cats, fifteen pounds of sheer sadistic murder wrapped up in an admittedly adorable mottled brown and black fur coat. The only thing she loved more than stalking things smaller than her and pouncing on them was having her belly rubbed and she generally wouldn't let Amber do that. It was apparently more fun to terrorize her. Even though the cat spent most of the day outside it was never truly safe to get comfortable before being completely certain Tajar was elsewhere. It only took a few minutes to quickly check her usual hiding spots and return to the remote finally turning on an old episode of 'My Little Pony.'
That show was just one more thing about her male friends that she was baffled about. How did the same guys who watched movies where you had to chop off your own foot survive, television shows about men who tortured people to keep bad people from attacking their lands and then videos of women doing the most degrading things imaginable end up watching a show about multicolored ponies learning lessons about friendship? Amber had her excuse, she was a girl. She'd always liked ponies. It wasn't that Amber minded, she just found it interesting.
Twenty minutes later Amber wasn't standing on the couch dancing and singing along with her favorite characters. She didn't even notice the shadow creeping along the top of the nearby bookcase. She was to busy belting out chords about what something called a cutie mark to hear the slight scratching sound when Tajar had to shove a trophy to one side so she could line up with her target.
If the door hadn't opened exactly when it did the night would probably have gone much differently. Amber was still wholly unaware of anything in the room aside from her and the television until Pete swooped his equally unaware cat into his arms lightly scratching behind her ears. "Bad Tajar." He teased. "You know Amber is a friend not food." If the cat understood her only response was a very enthusiastic purr. "Good kitty." He affectionately nuzzled his nose to hers before setting her down.
Clearly all five inches of Amber had been hidden behind the couch until Pete got a little closer. There was no way he could have faked the smile on his face when he saw his pixie in her green dress. Dancing had managed to bring out a detail Amber hadn't really considered. It was too short in both directions if she was moving much. "Amber!" She gasped pulling the dress up over her breasts feeling her entire body blush at the same time.
