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</div>It was the first time Kim had ventured out in the evening since she had moved to town, her parents having generously set the new student up with a flat, so she wouldn't have to stay in halls.<br/><br/>She'd made a few maybe-friends on her visits to the university events during the week, but being naturally shy she was on her own at the club.<br/><br/>In fact, it was a minor miracle she had made it there at all, it had taken a lot of arguing with herself before she finally put on the new outfit, spent an unaccustomed amount of time on her hair and makeup and *almost* worn the four inch heels (but wimping out on those at the last minute, opting for wedges instead).<br/><br/>In school she'd been very much trying to hide away, - not because she was unattractive, but almost the opposite, being "blessed" with a very curvy figure from a young age. It had sent her no end of unwanted attention, until she put on a fair amount of weight. That had stopped most, but not all of the offers, at the expense of buying new clothes.<br/><br/>On her first night alone in the flat she had made a vow to herself that here would be *different*, a fresh start, for a more confident Kim.<br/><br/>Her vow was why she'd accepted a free ticket that had been offered to her outside the student union building, to a Fresher's Week Special event at the club - she'd heard that it was a very popular venue on the LGBTQ scene. Although Kim thought of herself as a lesbian, she hadn't actually had much by way of experiences, but wondered if the club might be the place to change all that.<br/><br/>After arriving, feeling that she was a bit of a fraud in her outfit, she had used her ticket to get a JD and Coke. Since then, she had simply stood by the bar, somewhat self-conscious of the looks coming her way, all too aware of the tightness of her top across her breasts. That, along with the fact that her pronounced stomach was completely *not* hidden, and she suddenly felt every bit of confidence drain away.