Boss encounter rate greatly increased. Hostile encounter rate greatly increased.)I was glad that I was sitting already. WtF?? Hero? What was with all ...hese caps?Boss encounter rate? Hostile encounter rate... “Jason, what happened? Are you okay? You glowed for a second there.”They could wait a minute or two. I needed to read and reread everything on my Status. There were a ton of changes.Whatthefuck?Whatthefuck?Whatthefuck?Whatthefuck?“Hold on,” I snapped at them. I was still trying to process. I had one bra (the one I wore when I got on the plane) and only thongs. I can happily report that I did not wear a bra the whole two weeks we were there.The whole trip was spent in crop tops, braless and short shorts with my ass hanging out (half the time without panties too). Most of my bikinis were quite revealing with a few being tiny thong bikinis and my big juicy ass was on show a lot. I also had a one piece that kept causing me trouble (the strap kept coming off and I was forever having. To main unke gar rehne chali gyi unke gar main uncle aunty rehte the unke 2no bache bahar rehte the. Main dfihne main kafi gori thebt muje mere boobs nhi pasand the vo bot bade the .Jub raat ko main so rahi the to uncle mere pass aye and mere boobs ko choone lag gye jub aunty nhi hoti the to vo muje idher udher chedte rehte the ek din unhone mujse pucha k ye cuchiyaan itni badi kaisi h kisse chusvari ho maine kaha kisi se ni and aap ye kya puch rahe ho usi din raat ko unke kamre main se rone ki. I gothelp, and then just hoped that no one really saw it. But, they did.Then, the stories and rumors started. I had been pretty popular before,but now kids not only acted afraid, some of them still taunted me. Myparents freaked out, and took me to a hospital. But, all of the powershad worn off after a little while. I was a normal girl again. Then, Iwas approached by two people. One was named Emma Frost, who almostconvinced my parents to send me to her school. But, when the.