At Home

Our main character is an 18 year-old girl named Emily. She stressed in a pair of jeans, pants and a red top accentuating her marvellous figure she’s just leaving the school bus her home is only meters away

As Emily stepped off the school bus, the warm sunlight danced across her flawless skin, accentuating the curves of her toned physique. Her long, luscious hair cascaded down her back like a golden waterfall, drawing admiring glances from the few people passing by. She walked towards her home, her red top clinging to her body, showcasing her slender yet athletic build. The jeans she wore hugged her hips and thighs, leaving little to the imagination.

As she approached her front door, Emily couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that had been building up inside her since the announcement earlier that day. The thought of men being allowed into areas previously reserved for women only made her skin crawl.

As Emily stepped inside her house, she let out a sigh of relief, grateful to be away from the prying eyes of the school bullies. She walked straight to her room, shutting the door behind her, and flopped down on her bed. She let out a deep breath, her heart still racing from the encounter.

But her relief was short-lived. Just as she was about to take off her shoes, she heard a loud bang on her window. She turned her head and saw the group of school bullies standing outside, leering at her.

Emily's heart sank as she gazed into the leering faces of the school bullies, their eyes scanning her body with an unnerving intensity. She felt a shiver run down her spine as one of them, a tall, muscular boy with a cruel grin, began to tap on the window, his fingers drumming out a rhythm that seemed to mock her. The others snickered and jeered, their voices muffled by the glass, but Emily could sense their excitement, their anticipation of something to come.

As she sat frozen on her bed, her mind racing with worst-case scenarios, the boy's tapping grew louder, more insistent.

As the boy's tapping grew louder, Emily's anxiety reached a boiling point. She knew that because the law included her home, she would make herself a criminal if she wouldn't let them in. The thought of resisting, of trying to keep them out, was tempting, but she knew it was futile. With a sense of resignation, she slowly got up from her bed and walked towards the window.

The boy's grin grew wider as he saw her approaching. He gave a triumphant whoop, and the others cheered, their voices carrying through the glass. Emily's face burned with embarrassment as she reached the window and hesitated for a moment before unlocking it.

As Emily unlocked the window, the boy's grin grew even wider, and he pushed the window open, his eyes scanning her room with an air of entitlement. The others crowded around him, their faces pressed against the window frame, their eyes drinking in the sight of Emily's