< Translator’s note: The original formatting of the stories has been preserved. The translations aim to remain as close as possible to each author's original wording and expression.

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This story happened when I was around 12.

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My older sister and I were supposed to go to the shop and then go out somewhere. It was summer, around midday, so I put on a black and white dress with a print of a girl on it. It was one of my favourite dresses.

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I arrived a little early and was waiting for my sister at the bus stop near the shop. A car pulled up with two guys inside. They asked if I'd like to go for a ride with them. I said no, and just then my sister arrived.

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They drove off somewhere. I started talking with my sister, and we were crossing the road (at a pedestrian crossing). Suddenly, my sister shoves me from behind. When I turn around, I see that same car in the exact spot where I had been standing just seconds before.

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We both started shouting at them, but the guys found it funny. They said I had a nice dress. Neither of us wanted to go anywhere anymore — we just wanted to go home. But those guys started following us. We barely managed to shake them off and make it home without being seen. After that incident, I never wore the black and white dress with the print of a girl again.

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Anonymous author; story told in 2019 as part of the "16 Days of Activism Against Gender-Based Violence" campaign