My name is Julie, a freshman in college. Life for me at the beginning of college was uneventful. I had no social life, no love, only endless studying. Until one day, at the coffee shop, Greg, the senior I had a crush on, invited me to an off-campus party. This news was like a dream come true, and I was extremely excited, looking forward to this party becoming a turning point in my social life.
For this party, I carefully chose a white dress. It was simple and elegant, able to show off my figure without being too showy. While trying it on, I couldn't help but fantasize about being with Greg, and my heart was filled with sweetness.
On Friday evening, Greg picked me up on time. His compliments made me overjoyed, but then a question from him plunged me into confusion. He asked me what I was wearing under my dress and told me that the girls at the party wouldn't wear underwear, which shocked me a great deal. During my upbringing, my mother had always taught me to be a good girl and dress appropriately in public, which meant wearing underwear. But I also longed to fit in with this group and didn't want to be left out at the party. The internal struggle was so painful that finally, at Greg's persuasion, I summoned the courage and, against all my long-held principles, took off my underwear in the car.
When we arrived at the party venue, it was a luxurious old house, beautifully decorated inside, and the people were all well-dressed. I noticed that most of the girls were indeed as Greg had said, not wearing underwear, which made me feel a little more at ease. However, when I saw a group of people gathering in the living room and several girls standing in the middle, I felt inexplicably uneasy. Then Barbara, the head cheerleader of the school, appeared and announced a shocking "competition", asking the girls' dates to raise their hands to indicate whether the girls were wearing underwear. When Greg raised his hand, I realized that I had fallen into a terrible trap. They regarded this as a humiliating game, and I had become their laughingstock.
I felt extremely humiliated and angry and fled the party without a second thought. In the rain, I walked dejectedly, tears mixing with the rain. I had not only lost my dignity but also felt disappointed in human nature. At this moment, I met a young man. What kind of change will his appearance bring to my night? How will I face this sudden blow and find myself again? This night, my fate has been completely changed, and I have begun to think about what I have been pursuing all along and who the real me is. This is a story about growth, awakening, and self-discovery, full of pain, struggle, and hope.
