Confesses in front of former students

I pushed the door open.

The silence that greeted me was heavy. Every seat was filled. Valeria was there, front row, her phone already out. Raphael was there too, sitting in the back, his face pale as he stared at my naked torso.

Ximena stood at the front, leaning against her desk, a wooden pointer in her hand. She looked me up and down, a slow, cruel smile spreading across her face.

"Ah, our new student has arrived," Ximena said. "You're late, Ivanna Maria. Or should I call you 'Little Ivy'?"

"I... I’m sorry, Professor," I whispered, my voice trembling.

I felt the eyes of my former students crawling over my skin like insects.

"Go to the front, Ivy," Ximena commanded, pointing to the space beside her desk. "I think the class deserves a formal introduction. Tell them who you are."

I stood there, a hand clasped in front of my crotch, trying to hide the obvious camel toe and another on my chest trying to hide my funny looking chest.

"My name is Ivanna," I started, my voice cracking.

"Louder," Ximena snapped. She tapped her pointer against her palm.

"My name is Ivanna!" I shouted. "I am thirty-five years old. I... I wear diapers because I can't control my bladder."

"And?" Ximena prompted. "Tell them about your 'experience,' Ivanna. You used to talk so much about the dark romanticism of the flesh. Tell us about yours."

I looked at Raphael. He was watching me with an intensity that felt like a physical weight. I saw his hand moving under the desk.

"I’m a virgin," I confessed, the words spilling out. "I’ve never been kissed. I’ve never... I’ve never had anyone touch me. I was too afraid they’d find out."