When Wendy was a little girl, she'd watch Kim Possible and have the strangest feelings whenever Kim and Shego fought. She didn't think much of it though, she assumed everyone felt like this. When she was a bit older, she'd start noticing how pretty the girls passing her on the street were, but everyone felt like that, right?
Of course, that was just her objective opinion. She wasn't a... a lesbian, she'd had crushes on guys. There was Jacob, who'd been her boyfriend in 7th grade, and Alexander, she'd had the biggest crush on him at the end of 8th grade. But in 9th grade something changed. A new girl started in her class. Her name was Hannah, and she was the prettiest girl Wendy had ever seen. She gave her the strangest feelings. She had felt like that before, but never for a girl, and never that strongly. It felt like a thousand butterflies had moved into her chest and stomach, and were just about to start rearranging everything. Whenever she saw her, she turned into an idiot, unable to form a single sentence that made sense. It was like her brain just shut down whenever Hannah was near. She didn't really know what this meant. Was she gay now? Were all the crushes she'd had on boys just a wanting to be their friends? Was it compulsory heterosexuality? She wasn't sure of anything anymore. And for the first time in her life, she couldn't talk about what bothered her with her parents. Her dad was Turkish. For a Turkish man he was very liberal, but compared to her friends' parents he was kind of homophobic. He didn't mind gay people, he just didn't want his kids to be gay. He doesn't support that "lifestyle".
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the trials and tribulations of teenage sexuality
Historia Cortaa short story loosely based on one of my friends' coming out experience This is a story about growing up, coming of age and coming out to a world that would rather you didn't.
