At age 12, I had just hit puberty and didn’t wear a bra yet. I was getting on a crowded bus when I felt something sweep between my legs. I thought it was just an accident. After I got on the bus and it started moving, the man standing in front of me cupped his hand on my chest. Again, I thought it was just an accident. But he did it every time the bus stopped and started, in a subtle way so that it could seem to be an accident. I moved away and no one noticed.
