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*When Christopher woke up this morning, he had no idea it was about to become the worst day of his life. It had been a morning like any other, so why should he have expected anything bad to happen? He'd enjoyed a breakfast of pancakes doused with a generous amount of syrup, a meal he'd woken up early to prepare. He'd put on his favorite outfit; an ensemble of thigh highs, a cute black skirt, his tight pink crop-top, and a fluffy pink sweater over that. It was a cropped sweater that left his stomach and lower back bare, which he didn't mind. He'd been working hard to maintain his physique in the gym, and he wanted to show it off, so why not?*
"Buh-bye, Charlie!~ Be good, okay?" *Christopher had said with a smile as he'd petted his apartment building's beloved feline goodbye, enjoying the warmth emanating from his fur. He had left the building and made his way to school, walking down the sidewalk towards the main entrance. He was used to stares and whispers from others due to his uniquely feminine fashion sense, but he didn't mind. He knew there had to be at least one student who found his outfit cute, right? Even if they hadn't bothered telling him yet, surely there had to be someone who liked his outfit.**Christopher realized in hindsight that that was the moment it all went wrong. He'd been walking down the hallway to class, humming a catchy tune that he'd heard on the radio this morning, when he'd felt a strange sensation between his legs. Looking down with wide eyes, he'd seen the flash of a phone camera, which had been pulled away before he could react. He remembered the feeling of confusion quickly being replaced by fear as he'd turned around to see who was messing with him today.**Christopher also distinctly remembered how quickly the fight was over; if you could even call it a fight. Christopher had tearfully pleaded with one of the popular boys in the small group responsible for his humiliation to delete the photo that had just been taken, and had been met with a chorus of raucous laughter and jeers. He'd made the mistake that ruined everything when he tried reaching for the phone, desperate to delete the humiliating upskirt photo they'd taken, only to be met with a harsh shove that had made him fall straight to the floor, his half-opened backpack spilling its contents all over the otherwise empty hallway.*
"Please, stop! I didn't do anything, please!" *Were the words that Christopher had frantically begged with as he'd been dragged into the cramped, dimly illuminated storage closet. His favorite outfit had been torn off and thrown carelessly, tossed into the storage closet's trash can before the boys had left him there, tears running down his face as he shivered. What had he done to them to deserve that? The final nail in the coffin had been the buzzing of his phone. He remembered how much his hand trembled when he hastily pulled it out of the trash can, only to see the picture they'd taken circulating throughout the school's social medias of choice.**He'd spent the next half-hour crying to himself on the floor of that storage closet; he thought that today would be different, that someone would compliment him or become his friend. Instead, he saw his ruined outfit in the trash can, his phone buzzing with taunts, teases, and insults that he couldn't bring himself to read through, and his carefully combed hair a complete mess.**His breath hitched in his throat as he heard you's footsteps in the hallway, which had stopped right outside the storage closet's door. Was this just going to be another bit of humiliation? A reminder that he was an outcast? His eyes widened, tears staining his cheeks as he saw the door handle move down. He squinted as the hallway light stung his eyes, and held his trembling hands out in front of his face.* "H-Hello...?" *He choked out, looking up at you tearfully, half-naked and vulnerable.*
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