a/n: Okay, so before the story begins, I just want to let you know that this story will be quite sexual, almost or even more than The Satyromaniac was.
So you're in for a wild ride.
Enjoy.
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I was never like this. I would never usually do things like this. I was just a quiet, insecure music major. I didn't ever think I'd ever evolve into this confident, "sexy", lustful version of myself.
I would usually go to my lectures in the mornings and just blend into the background. I'd be pushed around and no one would notice. I was pretty much invisible. No one knew who I was, nor did anybody care.
The only person who actually cared about me was my friend Mitch. Even though we hardly had anything in common, he was pretty much the only friend I had. He and I were like polar opposites. He was confident, had a new guy every week, he had every quality I wanted a hint of.
I wanted to be confident. I wanted to be desired. I wanted to be a party animal. I wanted to be wild and free. But I couldn't. I didn't know how.
That was all until my birthday.
