Completely soaked, I finally arrived home. Once inside the bathroom, I was so tired I could barely move. A hot shower sounded like the perfect fix. Glancing at the mirror, I realized I’d never really paused to appreciate my own body.

I slipped off my shirt and studied my reflection from different angles. Looking at my small, cute, pink nipples, a thought crossed my mind: My figure isn’t bad at all. Driven by curiosity, I gently touched the pink tips with my fingers, rubbing, massaging, and giving them a soft squeeze. A sudden electric shock vibrated through me. It didn’t feel bad; quite the opposite, it was a completely new feeling. My heart began to pound, my face turned red, and my breathing grew heavy. What's wrong with me?