Keith Powers Imagines : Book 3 🦋💜

How To Be A Lady

yn

theres only one thing that a girl wants in life.

no, not children, that comes later.

nope, not marriage, that's also later.

the one thing a girl truly wants? is to be a lady.

yes, a lady. the most important thing in society.

but me on the other hand? i was different. i didn't wanna be a lady. i didn't wanna have gentlemen callers.

"yn? yn honey focus." i heard my mother say as i looked back towards her.

"yes ma'am?"

"i said is this too tight honey. looks a little loose."

"uh no ma'am. it's great." i smiled through the mirror as i looked at myself through the mirror.

"oh my darling gonna look SO good at the cotillion." she smiled and touched the ruffles on my dress.

"oh lady whistler! howdy honey!" i heard a voice call as my mother smiled and stepped away. i unzipped the dress before i seen my favorite friend come into the store.

"howdy yn."

"afternoon leslie."

"i'm here for a fittin' , could you maybe help me out this dress?" she asked and gave me eyes. i gave them back to her and pulled her into a dressing stall

"id be happy to." i said as i gently placed my lips on hers as i reached around and zipped down her dress.

we quietly kissed as i slid my hand up her dress and cupped my hand on her area as she gasped a bit. i slid my fingertips into the top of her panties as she began to kiss me again.

"aww look at that , your girl helping my girl. everything okay?"

"yes ma'am just fine." i answered as i pulled my hands away from her clit and turned her around and unzipped the dress.

"run along now." i said with a smirk as she scowled at me and left the stall. i walked out with my under attire on as my mother scoffed.

"go put ya clothes on girl! you may dress like a boy but your shape ain't nothing but woman." she said as i rolled my eyes and walked into the stall i changed in. i closed it as leslie, my mother and her mother laughed about the upcoming cotillion.

i stood there with my hoodie and my jeans in hand and pondered on why i was so different.

i haven't had sex with anybody other than girls so far and that's been going on since 8th grade. sure i had boyfriends but i wasn't feel the connection. it was now my senior year of highschool and i still had no idea why i was so different.

i wonder if i'm really gay like leslie say. she tell me all the time but i don't pay her no attention.

it just seems weird, i like guys , but i love girls, sexually at least.

"honey bunches? stop that day dreaming and let's go , we gotta set you up an appointment at the salon."

i groaned quietly and pulled on my jeans and hoodie. i pulled on my sneakers and walked out the stall as my mom shook her head.