Mine.

4

SO THIS IS HOW I REMEMBERED I HAD AIRSICKNESS

As we boarded the plane, my stomach was doing pancake flips. I felt hot, like my body was cooked. I squeezed my jacket and looked into the glass floor. We hadn't lifted yet, so all I saw was concrete. Nervous, I sat on the inside while Alayna took the window view. Planes now a' days, are very light and thin. They don't use jet fuel, but rather very powerful vents. The walls are hollow with bulletproof glass and strong aluminum. They're shaped differently now also, they're more wide and circular. It has fifty rows rather than thirty, and instead of three to a seat, it is now five. Me and Alayna were separated by two (strange) men. At the time, I had a outdated haircut, one from two thousand thirteen, I was ashamed but I thought I looked cute. And since my boobs didn't grow anymore than a B, and me being wrong about them growing, it looks like I have a flat chest now. Which means, I look like a boy in puberty. Yes, I have maintained a soft baby face, and barely any wrinkles have been shown. I look like a shota.
I pursed my lips looking up at the gizmos above me, more symbols than there were before. The plane had now taken off on the runway, and I held my stomach as if I were going to loose it. The man beside me was amused, he had a five-o-clock shadow and oval shaped eyes. He looked to be about fourty seven, and divorced. His eyes were a fairy tale blue, and they looked over at me without moving his head. My face was green, and I was far too sick to care. I got up and rushed to the bathrooms. I closed the door, but I didn't lock it, but I'm pretty sure everyone knew someone was in there due to the loud hacking noises. I wiped my mouth and flushed it, and I heard the door creak open. It was the man that was sitting next to me. He put a finger to my mouth, and I just looked at him. I wasn't really the one to scream if I were to be touched, or rather, molested. His big pudgy, but hard calloused hands felt my hair and he basically pantsed me. He saw that I was wearing purple boxers (which were my mom's), and he smirked playfully looking down at him. He took a finger and peeked in.
It was just my female parts and a bush.
He seemed disgusted and a bit embarrassed of himself, I pulled my pants up and buckled them. "Next time ask them what gender they are." I said quickly, and went back to my seat. I was flushed and my heart was racing, a stranger had just tried to (most likely) jack me off. I lightly chewed on the back of my hand, dreading that he would come back. He eventually did, but he looked a bit flushed also.
Not the type of flushed I was.
I cross my legs and look the opposite direction, glancing towards Alayna every now and then. It looked like the young man who was sitting next to her was flirting, and kept trying to rest his hand on her thigh. She wasn't going to have it though, so she treated him like a fly. Shooing him away or slapping his hand.
I went to the bathroom again.
I sat on the toilet seat, where the man must have masturbated, and I sighed. I had been sitting there with the door, unlocked again, for fifteen minutes. And speak of the devil, there was the man. He pursed his lips and looked down. "Look," he whispered, "I'm sorry I mistook your gender... And I apologize for my assault." I couldn't help but have a twitching smile, my eyes looking at him as if he were crazy. But he looked so sorry, I guess he hadn't had sex in like ions. Me, actually being a virgin, understood how he felt in a way. "Are you going to Barra?" He looked up, his hand tight on the doorknob making sure no one would come in, and his back leaning against the door lightly. "Yes?" He said, furrowing a brow. I took out my phone and looked up hotels in Bara. I looked for the most nicest shitty one in town; and I told him the name. "Meet me at Barra Island keeps in four days." I said, looking up at him blankly, but expectantly. "Hm... Alright..." He said in a gruff mumble. He walked out and closed the door behind him and went back to his seat. I opened the door and came out a few minutes later, and sat down next to him. I don't know why I didn't mind him sexually assaulting me, but maybe it was the loneliness I felt. The lady came around and I took a ginger ale, and instead of pretzels I asked for a croissant.
I knew for a fact I will not be a virgin after this life journey.