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I dressed up like never before to see him: miniskirt, heels, wig. What I didn’t expect was his sister showing up and, with one look, reading everything we were hiding.

My boyfriend didn’t show up to the Christmas party. Instead, his godfather—my neighbor across the street—offered me a drink, and that extra glass changed everything.

I was wearing my boldest lingerie and hoping someone would notice me. When he appeared among the gardens and saw me cross my legs, I knew the week would be different.

The professor stopped under the trees and slipped his hand under my skirt. It was the first time someone had touched me like that, and I didn’t want him to stop.

When I opened the bathroom door and saw Sandra in that little skirt and red-painted lips, I knew the original plan no longer existed.

I went down to the bar courtyard at two in the morning because I couldn’t breathe in my room. I never imagined I’d follow her to the little room out back.