MIA

I barely slept last night. My traitotous body wouldn't let me. Every time I closed my eyes, I remembered what had happened. I told myself it had only been an examination, but the memory refused to feel clinical. Worse, a part of me was ashamed of how much I had wanted it.

I laid naked fighting the urge to fondle my heavy breats and finger my wet, dripping pussy. I am so sick. Gosh, I hope my sickness wouldn't kill me.

The strange changes had started days ago, but this morning the heaviness in my breast was worse, accompanied by a dull ache beneath my tighs. I didn’t know...