Chapter 8

HAZEL POV:

Very fast, most of what had happened last night passes by in a blur and it's the dawn of a new day.

I would love to lay in bed for quite long but I know I have to get out of it. Me laying back in bed means I'm running away from my problems which is actually the truth. I don't want to run away from it. Instead, I want to face it head-on.

The hardest and most depressing part of my morning has to be when I'm changing corsets and putting on a new one.

Standing in front of the mirror in the bathroom, I loosen the strings tied tightly around my back. I felt a slight pain as the thin ropes had sunk into my skin, causing temporary dents and lines of red marks.

When I take it off, I heave a sigh of relief. As depressing as it might be, there's still a sense of comfort from seeing my breasts in the mirror. It makes me feel less miserable about this whole gay news. At least I know I'm a woman and everyone is having nothing but a misconception.

I touch the skin around my breasts