When a man is sexually harassed on a bus

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I was at a loss and helpless. I woke up this morning still feeling depressed.

Here's what happened: Yesterday afternoon, on my way home from work, I first took the No. 10 bus. Along the way,
accompanied by a dialect version of Tom and Jerry and the music video for "A Cup of Water," I arrived in Guye. Because I was off
work I was in a good mood. But what I didn't expect was that from
the moment I stepped onto the familiar No. 21 bus, a nightmare began. I cried!

When I boarded, the No. 21 bus was waiting to depart at the Guye stop. There were already quite a few people on the bus, but it wasn't too crowded.
After boarding, I found a relatively spacious place to stand, my left hand in my pocket and my right hand holding the handrail, blankly looking at
the pedestrians coming and going in the station, thinking about some irrelevant questions. At this time, it was about to depart, and more and more people were on the bus,
and it gradually became a bit crowded. Suddenly, I felt something was wrong. I felt
something soft gently rubbing against my left arm. I didn't turn around, but just moved forward a little. Because there was
a young girl in front of me wearing headphones and listening to music, I couldn't get too close to her to avoid misunderstandings, so my
movement was limited, but enough. Then, that soft, unidentified object behind me touched my arm. I continued
thinking, but the soft, unidentified object moved closer to my left arm, so I dodged again, it moved closer again,
I dodged again, it moved closer again, I dodged again, it moved closer again.

I became a little impatient and looked back, only to find that it was a young woman, about 163 cm tall,
around , with a rather plump figure, standing behind me, her chest resting on my arm.
She didn't move away when she saw me, she just cleared her throat. To be honest, I didn't think much of it at the time, so I dodged again
. Then the bus started moving, and with the swaying of the bus, she moved closer again. I thought maybe it was because the people behind her were pushing her,
or maybe she didn't mean anything by it. Suddenly, I felt something strange on my buttocks, like something
was moving up and down on my buttocks. At first, I thought it was the girl's backpack behind me, so I looked back again.
But I realized that her bag was on the back in a direction that couldn't possibly touch my buttocks. When I turned around, she cleared her throat again.

At this point, I got a little nervous. Had I encountered one of those legendary thieves? But I
only had a key pouch in my back pocket; she didn't have anything to steal. Besides, the thing moving around my buttocks was always
on the side without the key pouch. I thought maybe it wasn't a thief, maybe it was just too crowded.
The girl behind me also had a monthly pass when they checked tickets earlier; I wondered if a thief would use a monthly pass to ride the train. So I tried to move away again, but by then
I had nowhere to hide, because I was already very close to the girl in front of me, and she even gave
me a dirty look. Just as I was feeling awkward, she leaned in from behind again, this time moving both her upper and lower body simultaneously. Now I
only knew that what was rubbing against my arm was her breast, but I had no idea what was below.

My buttock muscles tensed up without me realizing it, and I felt a strange, inexplicable tension. I
looked and saw that the girl's right arm was hanging down behind my left side. I thought... Her right hand was probably aimed at my buttocks.
When she saw me turn around, she cleared her throat again, so I was too embarrassed to look down and see what was on my buttocks. I
could only lean forward a little more. By then, the girl in front of me had stopped listening to music. She took off her headphones and glared at me
as if she wanted to say something. I awkwardly lowered my head.

While I was lost in thought, she leaned in again, both of us moving up and down. So
I nudged her back a little, meaning, "Don't push me." But I didn't expect this to cause trouble. She moved more vigorously behind me,
and I could clearly feel her hand moving on my buttocks because I could feel the heat. Even
so, I still didn't dare to think of it as harassment, because I thought only women were harassed on buses.
But I felt the hand on my buttocks getting restless. It not only moved up and down, but also left and right, with
increasing force, and even lingered for a moment on my butt crack.
She cleared her throat again, and even now I still don't understand what she meant by it.

After I glared at her, she didn't stop; she continued her actions, and the movement of her chest was just like
that stepping-on move. But I'm a man; if I stepped on her and she yelled, wouldn't I be even more embarrassed? I really...
I rode the bus for two more stops and got off to go home. The first thing I did when I got home was let my wife touch my butt.
After , I was upset. Oh my god, it felt just like it did on the bus. I was sexually harassed.

I hereby solemnly declare: everything described above is not a joke. I guarantee with my integrity that
everything I have said is true, without any exaggeration. I am willing to take legal responsibility for this.

I wrote this simply to discuss with my fellow men: what should
we ?

Still feeling upset.

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