``Starting tomorrow, you can ride the train in your swimsuit.'' That day, I was made to sign a contract to become the men's ``toy'' in exchange for a humiliating photo taken in a dimly lit warehouse.Crowded trains in the morning, stuffy humidity and the greasy body odor of old men.I was an abnormal person, taking off my uniform and wearing only a swimsuit.The shocked looks from the passengers around me, the whispers of disdain... At first I was so scared and embarrassed that I wanted to die.But before I knew it, the feeling of the men's sweaty hands clinging to my skin and their fingers being played with relentlessly in time with the vibrations of the train began to melt my brain.Surrounded by so many men, being looked at and touched like I was a spectacle...The moment I realized that I was not a human being, but just a 'meat urinal for molesters', I felt a tingling sensation of pleasure."Please...please make me feel good today too..." This school swimsuit figure, crawling on the floor, covered in semen and love juices, is the real me.I can't go back to being a normal, boring school girl anymore.Because I'm so 'happy'...
