I know it was a bad idea and if it's any consolation to anyone, it was too awkward and my anxiety was tremendous, but she seemed to enjoy it in multiples. I was having flashbacks the whole time.
It's like part of me just doesn't care what I do with my body any more. It's like, I don't matter to anyone, and especially me, so do everything that might feel good.
I'll be telling my t tomorrow, don't worry.
I am now officially the worst person I ever met