THIS IS FICTION
My name is Charlotte. I was 15 years old when it happened. I hadn’t even kissed a boy yet; I was raised in a very strict and religious household. I have mixed feelings about what happened that night in my bedroom. Well, it actually happened in a different world … I guess a better word might be dimension … well … let me just start at the beginning.
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A week before I turned 15, I had a strange dream. It felt very real. In it, a naked and beautiful woman approached me. She kissed me on the forehead and held me in her arms. “I feel how lonely you are, Charlotte. I know you’ve never had sexual relations with anyone before. I can tell you’re embarrassed by your body, even though you’re actually quite beautiful. And I know that you’re ashamed of the thoughts you have, but can’t get rid of.”