She could feel it. Every little eye that simply had an interest in her was locked right on her ass. Some were likely thinking 'Oh please wind, love me now! Just a good gust! Just one good gust!' or even 'I would love to get a good feel of that ass of hers...'. It wouldn't be the first time she felt like this either, nor would it be the last. It was her second week now, taking this same bus, being forced to stand up yet again with other students who also took this same line. She had no friends on this line either, so she couldn't use another person to prevent another from coming onto her, coping a feel, or even trying to steal her backpack. Then again, she didn't need it either.
The last time someone tried to feel up on her, they ended up injured. How they got hurt still confuses people to this day. People were still not convinced her ears and tail were real, and usually just played along, after all, it wa