It was during the week and my ever serious mother dragged me to school to register.
"If I was a hooker, how much would you pay?" I asked my stepdad, Edward.
I sat on the chair next to him taking a selfie with my phone. I knew I looked cute. The black leggings naturally brought out the beauty of my female form, but it was my top I was impressed with. It was a ruffled beige top with a floral design. I had tied the bottom into a huge bow to show off my navel. I smiled as I recorded myself from various angles, tilting my head, puckering my lips, shifting my shoulders, and turning my body slightly to catch the best light on my exposed skin. My eyes sparkled at the screen as I checked each shot, feeling confident and playful.
Sitting next to me was my stepdad, Edward, "wearing whatever" as I
