The feeling she felt when someone stared at her tits instead of her face confused her. She knew it was demeaning, it was objectifying, it was patronising – but at the same time it made her feel really, really happy. Because it was hard to know if she was doing in well in life as a woman, but if all she was was a pair of tits, then that was easy, because she had *excellent* tits. And if her only tasks were to look pretty and keep her boobs visible then should could do that, and she knew she could, finally, be a *good girl*.
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