Chapter 4 It’s funny how quickly life can change, isn’t it? Just a few weeks ago, the idea of intentionally making my breasts…
Chapter 3 A few weeks have slipped by in a blur, and I’m still trying to catch my breath from how fast everything’s…
My eyes flutter open, and the soft, muted light of Brad’s dorm room slipped through the slats of the blinds, painting faint stripes…
Chapter 1 I slumped in the back row of the lecture hall, my notebook open but untouched, my pen dangling loosely between my…