Changed (Lesbian Stories)

Chapter 1

It was my first day. I had turned 22 the day before and graduated with a degree in Education a month prior.

First days were all the same. You would be confused, then anxious, nervous, then calm. It was routine, even for a teacher, especially for a first year teacher.

I barely slept at all last night, and I was sure I would crash halfway through the day. I would need coffee. Definitely coffee.

My alarm clock went off. I had been waking up before my alarm clock since forever. Mother said its anxiety. I want to believe her. I should believe her, she's my mother. Children should listen to their mothers, right? That's what mother always says.

I sit up and stand by the bed, stopping the alarm. Before going to the bathroom for morning rituals, I make my bed. 4 corners. Sheets corner to corner. Black. Smooth on the top and sides. Comforter next. Black. Smooth on the top and draped at the sides. Pillows. 2 pillows, each side. Black. I walk to the bathroom, turning the shower on. I remove my clothing and step in.

10 minutes. That's all I need. In and out. All clean.

"Are you up yet, Alexandra?" Michael must have let himself in. I gave him a key a week ago when he gave me his. I was beginning to regret it though. I thought it was just for emergencies.

"I'm in the shower." I called out. Hopefully he knew not to come in here. He most likely would though. He was a nice guy, but he had trouble with boundaries. In the beginning of our relationship he would always try and kiss me or touch me. When he tried it again, I yelled at him. I was having a bad day as I had just seen Mother and Father was sick. He doesn't touch me now. I like it though. I don't like being touched, especially by him. It just makes me feel all wrong.

I hear the door open to my bedroom and footsteps approach. The door handle to the bathroom jingles before it swings open. He can only see my silhouette through the door. I sigh.

"Yes, Michael?" I'm aggravated. He's never seen me naked before, and I never plan on him seeing. If that plan is to come to fruition, he has to stop letting himself in.

"I wanted to see you off on your first day. Maybe take you out to breakfast. Teachers always say it's the most important meal of the day. I though it would be nice."

"That's sweet, but I can't, I'll be late. We could do dinner tonight instead if you'd like."

"Oh, I guess that's okay. I'm sure dinner is just as important as breakfast. I still want to drive you though."

If I let Michael drive me, I would have to entertain him. He gets bored driving and wants to talk the entire way there. All I want is peace and quiet. It didn't matter what I want. Michael wanted conversation, I'd give him conversation. It was the nice thing to do. He wanted to be helpful.

"Sure, that's fine." I waited to hear the door close. I never heard it. "I will be out in a second."

"Okay." He replied. Still no closing door.

"You can wait outside Michael." He's not the brightest star in the sky, by far.

"Oh, right. I'll go. See you soon."

Mother liked Michael. Father really liked Michael. He was polite, chivalrous, and played sports in school. He was a strong man. Very muscular. Too muscular. It was hard to be around him sometimes. He always talks about his muscles.

I step out of the shower. I can see myself in the mirror. Naked. I can see everything. Every 'imperfection', as mother called it. The scars. She hated the scars. Father refused to look at them.