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I was just a secretary, hiding for a moment, not imagining that silence would close in around me. Trapped in the closet, time stretched out, my thoughts softened, and something inside me began to change. When I finally came out, I was no longer the same, encased, sealed in this new skin, I didn't panic: I adapted. This new skin contains me, defines me, calms me. I explore it slowly, learning how it moves with my breath, how it becomes part of who I am. Under the presence of my domi, I don't resist. I play, I surrender, I smile. What once seemed like a trap becomes a refuge, an identity, happiness. I no longer want to be who I was. Now I belong here, perfectly adjusted to my new skin. (a nice custom from one of my followers)