I was never one to take risks, especially when it came to my body.

I was always the “good girl” out of my group of friends, so when we decided to play a game of strip poker one night and coupled with a few drinks, I was nervous.

We were all in our early adulthood and curious about s- so it seemed like a fun way to fool around and explore.

I had never played poker before, but I figured I could learn the basics quickly enough. We all agreed that the stakes would be our clothes and whoever got the worst hand would have to take off an item of clothing.

I started off with a good hand and managed to keep up for a few rounds. But as the game went on, I kept getting worse and worse hands. Before I knew it, I was down to my underwear and my friends were still fully dressed.

My friends were all laughing and I could feel my face getting hot with embarrassment. I wanted to stop the game, but I was too scared to speak up.

I was hoping that I would be able to get a better hand and stay in the game, but it didn’t happen. I was left with no choice but to take off the last item of clothing.

At that moment, I felt exposed and vulnerable. I was too embarrassed to look at anyone, so I just kept my eyes on the floor.

My friends were still laughing, but I was too embarrassed to even laugh along. I was humiliated and I wanted to just disappear.

Eventually we drank until a point where I could not remember what was going on and I woke up lying under the sheets with a little pain underneath.

It turned out that I had agreed to s- with a guy crush and I had lost my ‘V’ that day.

That was the story on how I lost my ‘V’.