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
