The start of the Games

I didn't know how long the journey was, but by the time the helicopter touched down, I felt like a human glacier.

I somehow managed to uncurl my frozen body, shuffle out of the aircraft, and follow a guard down into the facility. I cringe and try to avoid eye contact whenever I pass someone, my confession of still being a virgin replaying itself in my head.

Before long, I'm directed into a room...where I gratefully rush into Cinna's arms.

He strokes my brown hair and soothes me as I let my emotions pour out.

I'm so cold that I want to stay in his warming embrace for ever...but there was something else that couldn't wait any longer.

"Err...please can you step outside for a minute? I need to use the toilet."

The toilet was plumbed into the corner of the room, with not even a screen to shield the user.

I'd been humilated and exposed in almost every possible way over the past week; my bodily functions were one of the few things I still had privacy over.

"Katniss, there'll be cameras watching you all the time in the arena, you'll have to get used to peeing in front of people, why not use this as a trial run?"

I bounce from foot to foot, gyrate my hips and squeeze my thighs together. I want to protest and say that I can hold it...but I have a noticeable bulge, and wetting myself in the arena wasn't going to be a great start.

Keeping my arms folded across my breasts, I sink onto the toilet and relieve myself. Even though Cinna wasn't paying me any attention, I still feel incredibly awkward. I'd never peed in front of anyone before, and now I was doing so while stark naked!

By the time I finish, Cinna has my outfit ready.

I'm momentarily taken aback as he pulls underwear up my legs and secures my boobs inside a bra. This was the first time he'd prepared an outfit for me that actually included underwear!

Cinna helps me into a pair of combat pants, a t-shirt, jacket, and finally a pair of socks and boots. It was the most clothes I'd worn at any one time since arriving at the Capitol, and it felt unusual not to have my bare limbs exposed.

Cinna gently squeezes my right breast through my shirt, and readjusts my braid.

"I thought you might want to wear some underwear for a change," he grins. "I'm not allowed to bet, but if I was, I'd be betting on you. You were magnificent last night, everyone's going to want to sponsor the cute virgin."

"I'm just glad that I don't have to go in there naked!" I luagh breathlessly. I'd been getting lewd comments all week from some of my competitiors; finding out that I was a virgin will have provided them with even more ammunication! But being fully clothed means I'll at least have a chance of killing them, whereas there was no chance of that happening if I was curled in a ball of naked girl somewhere, trying not to be seen.

The blush returns to my cheeks as I step inside the tube that will take me into the arena.

The last week or so had been a humilating nightmare, but if it gets me sponsors prehaps it will have been worth it.

One final hug from Cinna (including a gentle squeeze of my butt), and I'm being carried upwards into the sunlight.