π₯οΈWhen I step into the restroom, a peculiar habit takes hold of me β I find myself scanning the area, not for my own belongings, but for any forgotten items left behind by others. Shorts, in particular, seem to catch my eye. It’s almost like a silent game, a subtle scavenger hunt amidst the mundane routine of restroom visits. If I spot a pair of shorts abandoned, I can’t resist the urge to try them on, if only for a moment, as if briefly inhabiting a different identity.

