Afroza Part Five
Afroza Part Five: So I opened the door to the Ladies changing room. I stood there for a moment. I was upset. "Afroza, I can't go back out there again dressed like this. I don't want Steve groping me again. I need you to help me put on my Burqa." For the first time since I was a little boy I was crying. Men don't cry do they? But how could I, dressed as a playboy bunny, in the Ladies changing room, think of myself as being even remotely Male? I had permission to cry and it...