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My heart was racing. My palms were sweating. My breathing was irregular. I was sure that I was going to faint. I could see that he took a deep breath before he turned around. He looked at me and I could see his eyes darkening and there was a hint of lust. My head was spinning. I wanted to throw up. I wanted to scream. I wanted to cry. I couldn't hold it in me anymore and had to run out to the bathroom and throw up. But there wasn't anything to vomit. I got out of the stall and splashed some water on my pale face. I felt as if I had seen a ghost and I think that everyone would agree with me that he had become my personal ghost. I looked into the mirror and I didn't recognize myself. In this moment. Staring at this figure. That was no longer a woman. Wearing baggy clothes beca
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