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I stand up too quickly, the towel wrapped tightly around my waist, but it’s not enough. Every movement feels alien—my hips swaying, my legs brushing together in a way that makes my stomach twist. The other men’s eyes follow me as I stumble toward the exit, their gazes lingering on the feminine curves now impossible to hide. I can feel their stares like a brand, their confusion making my skin crawl. My face is on fire, my heart pounding, as I try to escape, the towel barely concealing what’s happening to me.

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