I navigate my way through the hallways, my heels clicking on the polished marble floor. The sound echoes through the hushed hallways, earning me subtle questioning glances.
I wonder why everyone’s attention is directed towards me. I’m suddenly self aware of my appearance, a vulnerable feeling descending on me. Glancing down, all the answers to my questions stare right up into my face.
It’s my new outfit – a sleek black dress that hugs my curves perfectly. The fabric’s soft texture swooshes against my legs as I move. No wonder everyone is staring at me; my transformation is stark. They’re wondering how I’m able to do that. But most importantly, why?
A faint ache lingers on my buttocks, a throbbing reminder of the abuse they had gone through. And my trembling knees threaten to buckle und
