It was 6:13am in Denver and the sun had already woken the birds up. 2 orange songbirds were chittering at her window, she quickly open it and shattered some toast crumbs on the sill. She's been doing that ever since she moved into that apartment 5 years ago. The noise was considerably less moments later until they ran out of toast crumbs and started chittering again.

she danced over to the counter to finish her morning cup of tea, texting her publicist with her free hand. Today was the Slut walk, campaigning against the hyper sexualization of women and Ann was making sure she was dressed appropriately for the event.

"I have no slut clothes." She muttered, ferociously texting Ann back. She threw those away 4 years ago and the ones she did keep she grew out of them.

Anything remotely revealing and inherently sexy... Ann's  response said.

Leigh groaned as she walked over to her closet and flung the doors open. Nope. Unless you want me in my revealing pajamas?

That'll work! She texted back before Leigh could even look up from her phone.

She let out a heavy sigh. "Pajamas it is then."

6 years ago...

There was nothing you could tell Leigh, she had found a reason to believe in love and if you thought otherwise you were a hater. Periodt.

She never met him but they were starting to talk about a future together. An introverted college student from a broken family, Dennis was her only escape. He was smart, business minded, trilingual, incredibly funny, thoughtful and sexy as hell. So yeah, you couldn't tell her anything.
"Lemme see your boobs." He said one day over FaceTime.
"My what?" She turned away from the phone. Face turned red as a tomato.
He licked his upper lips "I wanna see your boobs."
"Um..." she covered her smile with her right hand as she lifted up her blouse with her left. With the absence of a bra, her tits came bouncing out, she felt so exposed and dirty but Lucas was having the time of his life.
"Oh fuck." His mouth fell open as he brought the phone closer to his face. You could see the hungry lust laced in his eyes.
"Do you like them?" She asked shyly.
"Like?? I more than like..." He looked down for a second and back at her. "You got my dick hard." He smiled and almost broke out laughing as he watched her eyes widen. She was new to this. Never had sex, or touched herself even. "You wanna see my dick?"
And that begat the new era. Of craving and dreaming of things her body wanted but her mind opposed. Phone sex was all they did but she was already disvirgined in her mind. He made her a promise... I'll move to Denver for you. I need you in my life and I want to fuck you so bad... you might even be the one for me. He was 6 years her senior. A grown man should keep his promise right?

Present Day...
"MY APPEARANCE IS NOT AN INVITATION!"   The chant got louder with each passing minute.

The ever growing crowd of women from all walks of life holding signs and draped from the classiest to the most sexually appealing garments  dominated Colfax Ave. for most of the afternoon. Various news station vans were parked at strategic locations, hungry newscasters jumping on the first person that wandered near.
Leigh and her transgender Publicist; Ann were amongst the group at the forefront. It was shit like this that paid her rent after she lost her job as a music teacher at the community college. The board had said her personal life was overwhelming her ability to function properly as an instructor. Fired her on the spot. For what? Opening up about being serially raped.
She sighed, tapped an over energetic and close to completely nude Ann for a selfie she would post on the blog she wrote on for the living now. Sad life.
"Ooh".  Ann immediately hopped into a sexy pose, propping up her boobs with her tongue out. Ann was gorgeous no doubt. Perfectly modeled body along with some old money that allowed her to do whatever she wanted. She at one time paid Leigh's rent 2 months in advance.

She frowned as she edited the picture, she looked like a toad next to Ann.

"We look gorg Leigh!" She squealed, watching her swipe thru filters.

"You look gorg, I look like I've been living outta my car." She laughed.

"Leigh, press incoming at 2 o'clock." she looked up from her phone and there they were.

The blonde in the midlength blue dress and stilettos shot her a thin crispy smile and asked  if she could ask her some questions.

"Yeah." she said with a nod. The reporter turned to signal her crew and returned to her with the biggest smile plastered on her face. Fake much?... Leigh rolled her eyes before returning the 'courteous' smile.

"A lot of people out here today for slut walk, don't you think there are a lot of people?" she put the mic to Leigh.

"Yeah, I mean women are 51% of the population it only makes sense a sizeable portion of that group would come out to march for justice." Both hands on her hip with Ann standing inside the silhouette of her shadow, recording the interview.

"Justice from or for who or what?" Blondie pointed the microphone to her.

"Justice for women who have endured hyper sexualization, harassment and abuse; trans and cisgender, from the toxic masculinity of men and the society."

"Would you say the aim of the slut walk to normalize sexual suggestive behaviour or appearance?" she put the mic back to Leigh.

"The aim of the slut walk is to normalize females as human beings." She replied with eyes narrow, what was this woman getting at?

"So you're saying that this..." she pointed towards them with her chin. "Is how women should normally be presented?"

"Women should be presented however they feel like being presented." Her jaw started to tighten.

"Even if it could land them in dangerous situations?" Her hair flips as she points the mic towards Leigh again.

"Pardon?" Leigh raised a brow

"Studies have shown that women are more likely to be harassed or raped when dressed in revealing clothes or show suggestive behaviour." Not  a line of emotion on her face. almost like she was a robot and Leigh snapped.

"So you're saying that we are the ones that put evil thoughts in the heads of harassers and rapists?" Her face turning red with anger.

"It invites them, yes." Tone still cool like she rehearsed for this bullshit.

"Are you-"

"Isn't that how you were raped? on multiple occasions?" Leigh hear her mocking laugh but when she looked up at Blondie's face, it was emotionless.

"This interview is over."

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I see other writers insert this little interactive column at the end of each chapter, which is absolutely brilliant.

My 4th story on wattpad; this is light of the war on women's rights we are experiencing today.

How you ever felt straight out violated, disrespected or ignored just for being a woman?

What is your take on society's response towards rape?