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Okay, maybe I wasn't that hot, but I definitely got a lot more attention from the guys, and even caught a few women giving me looks.
She graciously accepted and said that she didn't expect to take too long unpacking because she didn't have much stuff. Of course Emma, come on in." I said, stepping aside and motioning her in.
That attitude may have turned most women off, but it proved to me that he valued an education, and he was thinking about the future. My height and breasts had grown considerably, and I had ditched the coke bottle glasses for colored contacts.
He also stayed true to me and we were married one year after he received his Bachelors degree. My acne cleared up, and I became more like the beautiful people that I couldn't stand in high school.
This is my first attempt at writing in the first person perspective, so I hope to see lots of feedback and none of that bullshit spam trolling. How I Became a Lesbian Slave They say hindsight is 20/20, and I found out the hard way that they (whoever 'they' are) are one hundred percent correct.
Please, if you take the time to read the whole story, take a second to rate it and tell me what was good or bad about it. If only I knew what kind of a person my neighbor was before I became friendly with her, I could have saved myself a whole lot of guilty feelings and confusion over my own sexuality.
She surprised the shit out of me when she said "Maybe I'll take you up on that drink tonight." I went back to work in my garden and actually felt really good about my decision to go introduce myself. I opened a bottle of wine and we settled down on the living room couch. "Ugh, I hate moving." she snapped, then giggled and took a swig of her wine. He's into pharmaceuticals and he has to travel all over.