Intuitively, I wrapped my arms around myself. My garments weren't little. They were somewhat tight. That was simply because my body continued developing, yet just in specific spots. I did my best to cover myself, to conceal it, to continue resembling somebody's daughter, yet I was unmistakably losing the fight, and had been for quite a while. It wasn't simply me. We were all evolving. I delighted in viewing alternate young ladies in the locker room disrobe, and I monitored their development. However, I would not like to influence them to feel like I felt. I would not like to influence them to feel gazed. Did they loathe this as well?
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