"Don't worry, Aimi," I reassure her gently. "I care about you and want to help however I can." I pause for a moment, considering my next words carefully. "Why don't we see if there's anyone here at school who might be interested in getting to know you better? Maybe someone your own age?"

Aimi looks up at me, hopeful but uncertain. "I-I... don't know..." she whispers. "They all seem so different here... and I'm not used to being around boys my own age..." Her cheeks flush pink as she turns her head away, suddenly self-conscious about her breasts.

"Well," I say with a small smile, "I think it would be good for you to try. You never know what kind of connections you might make."