After landing a job at a clothing manufacturer, I was assigned to a children's swimwear brand despite wanting to work on something more stylish. One day, the junior model bailed last minute, leaving the impatient photographer to suggest I, with my petite stature, become a model instead.
It was a crazy proposition, but my boss, fearing his wrath, pleaded with me, promising extra pay. Since I'd already spent a lot this month, I couldn't refuse.
Wearing children's swimwear was embarrassing enough, but being photographed and ogled by so many adults... Wait, my swimsuit is soaked with arousal fluid... This is getting out of hand.
The photographer noticed my excitement and, when we were alone, immediately hit on me, wanting me in my junior swimsuit. Despite my resistance, I couldn't help but give in.
I've awakened to the desire for validation. Despite the company's ban on side jobs, I even took on modeling gigs. The feeling of being targeted by pedophilic old men became addictive.
However, when my side job was discovered, I feared being fired. Instead, they offered me a deal: keep it a secret and attend a gathering of pedophiles who adore junior swimsuits. There, I was gang-banged by these men while still wearing my revealing attire.
All because of my youthful looks and short stature... At 23 years old, what am I doing with my life? But deep down, I crave more attention.
I've accepted this strange fate, and day after day, I'm cherished by these pedophilic old men.
