Hi, I've been perusing this board for a few hours now to find a proper thread to expunge the growing emotions inside me that finally boiled over today, and this thread relatively matched my situation. If there is a better thread for this, then I will happily transpost this over there as I'd very greatly appreciate any bit of response.
Well before I get to the actual incident, I'd just like to take the time to provide a little bit of backstory. Though not necessarily related to what happened today, I feel that I will not find personal release unless I build up the situation myself. So for those who choose to read from the very beginning, here proceeds the story proper:
Now back when I used to be a grade-A NEET, before I decided to go out and finally get started on becoming a normie (ie get a job, get back into school, figure my life out etc), I used to abhor the lingering ideas that I had about young girls. I have always had major guilt issues over having pedophilic thoughts. I have never gone as far as to use tor to find more of the hardcore stuff, but I would frequently trawl through 4chan back when it would have jailbait threads in hopes of stumbling on anything good and more recently here on 8chan. I would always feel guilty afterwards. Though not directly related to this exact issue, I felt that I needed to get my life back onto track. Despite the fact that I was a social outcast at heart, I have had a lot of a practice with the old saying, "fake it 'til you make it," and in doing so procuring a job proved to be absolutely no challenge. Surely then I would be able to stop these guilty pleasures.
The fact that I am even posting this shows that that proved not to be the case. In fact, the job has only aggravated the issue to an incredible degree. See, I work at a place where I get to see tons of girls of all ages (read, entry level menial labor job), most of them in quite skimpy and alluring clothing as would be the norm considering it is Summer. Though I'll admit to being one of those ironic shitposters in /a/ who deride 3dpg, my emotions were having a field day every day at work. Girls showed off tons of skin, and though I tried to keep myself from staring, I would always catch myself stealing glances at most anyone I saw. Age did not seem to matter, girls would wear short shorts of varying levels of risque cut offs. There were many females in thin tops showing off their neck, their arms, the slightest crescent of their underbellies, many of them with a faint sheen of sweat glimmering on their skin. Some girls even came in bathing suits or bikinis and strutted around the place wafting either the smell of salt or chlorine and the drying wet tangled hair. And oh boy, don't get me started on the bike shorts, that one's one of my all time favorites. The way the sheer fabric adheres to their every curve and their beautiful buttocks, even the petite ones for the 8-11 year olds. Let me tell you, it was like a mecca of females, this ordinary store to me. I guess that's what years of being a secluded introvert does to you if you plunge feet first into the deep end. In fact that's exactly how I physically felt: suffocating. Work was work, but as part of said work I'd be asked to assist say for example a mother with her daughters. On the outside, I maintain the friendly yet professionally distant demeanor as my job demands (going back to the "fake it" deal which landed me the job in the first place), but the instant I come within close proximity of the little girls my mind inside freezes up and I can barely breathe. I can at least rest easy that no one apparently notices this internal turmoil as I tend to get a decent amount of commendations from customer reviews. But that's not the issue here!