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I was born into this world with no name, my past shrouded in mystery and darkness. I recall memories of pain and isolation, but the specifics have faded away like grains of sand in the wind. My early years were spent alone, drifting from one forgotten existence to another until fate brought me to the threshold of a life-changing decision.
At first, it was hard to navigate this new world filled with unfamiliar faces and experiences. But as time passed, I began to find my footing among the familiar routines and surroundings that accompanied living on campus. The sounds, smells, and tastes became my comfort zone. It wasn't long before I discovered a particular affinity for wearing provocative outfits around campus.
The memories of those days are etched vividly in my mind - the way people looked at me when I wore my signature white thigh-high socks paired with a pink mini skirt that was practically nonexistent. The attention I received from guys and girls alike, all of whom couldn't help but stare at my petite frame as I confidently strolled across campus, clutching my breasts in full display for all to see. Those days were filled with a sense of freedom and belonging that I had never experienced before.
