New Skin (lesbian)

New Skin

My seventeenth was a very crucial year in my development. The years before all seem like they belonged to someone else, looking back. I can hardly remember how I felt or how my mind worked. Most people say they were born the gay and came to accept it. However, the experience isn't always like that. My sexuality appeared out of nowhere and I know precisely that moment.

But before the wires in my head connected I was a quiet girl, trying to decide what I was going to do with my life. High school was beginning to feel like a snap transition where I had to rapidly decide what to do with my life. Mostly I liked music, friends, and browsing the Internet. I kept myself busy with school and the many extra curriculars that go along with it. I was rather unremarkable aside from my ability to match a pitch which landed me in a small school choir and my generally high grades.

At least my mother was proud of me. She was a socialite who enjoyed taking me to places where her friends could see what a wonderful child I was growing up to be. She spent ungodly amounts of time on her hair which must be graying beneath the numerous bottles of golden dye she put into it, and approximately the same amount on her makeup to keep her looking young as possible. It was obvious to me she cared very much about her image. Perhaps that was why she married my quiet father. He was a very caring man, who loved my mother enough to keep his mouth shut and give very few opinions. I pitied him a little but he seemed perfectly satisfied with his sports and the occasional trip the bar with his mates. My mother needed someone as easy going as him to keep her relaxed without being overly assertive. Good ol' dad.

Both of them seemed to enjoy my boyfriend, Ethan. He was a football player which gave him a platform for discussion with my father and he was good looking and from a pretty fine family which gave my mother reason to like him. He had taken me to junior prom and we went on dates every now and then. We'd even fooled around once or twice in the back seat of his car. We'd been dating for approximately 2 months at the time my friend invited me to that party.

I had a few good friends who I spent most of my time with. Sydney, Cassie, and Adriana. Adriana was my closest though she often didn't fit well with the other two so I sadly saw her less. Sydney and Cassie were very stereotypical goodie two shoes teenagers. Adri had a mouth and a wild side. She was the one who asked about the party.

"Yeah, my buddy Chris is having a banger," she said as we sat on the river one day after a good afternoon run. "He knows some sweet people from Larson High and a couple from the community college who can buy for us. I think you should give it a shot. It's about time you did something bold."

"Okay," I heard myself say. "Sounds great. Let's do it."

And so she poured forth the details. The entire time I had wondered what had made me say yes. I guess I was really craving some excitement. That single "okay" would lead to the moment that took my world and shoved it into a blender.