It was the day I was first molested, and the sexual desire hidden deep within me awakened. It happened during my daily routine, on a train. While commuting as usual, the man sitting beside me began touching my body. Repeatedly at first, then gradually moving his hands to my back and buttocks. In that moment, I realized I was being molested and tried to speak up. But just as I whispered, "Hey...", the man clamped his hand over my mouth, silencing me completely. In that forceful act, I instantly became aware of my own feelings.