No Lesbian Trophy
Yeah, I wasn’t looking to travel down that road. As much as I may have been tempted, it just was not the right thing for me to do. How could I play daddy?
I couldn’t even take care of myself, let alone a kid, so why would I try to make a family at my age? I have parents, and I don’t really need a parental figure, even though it helps sometimes if you do. Okay, so I still kept her around as a pseudo family figure; afterall, her cousin was trying to marry me.
She was disappointed but accepted my decision. Come to find out, she had a girlfriend the whole time, one up in Ohio that she happened to just miss and fight with a lot. There was somebody for her to run to for comfort, but she didn’t mind fantasizing about me just to make her jealous either.
Try as she might, she knew the truth, even though she would attempt to bend it, alter it to make it fit her vision. Usually, she got what she wanted, so she was willing to keep trying with me, making the friendly visits and whatnot. Honestly, she helped me out big when the time came, but not without grief to go along with it.
That’s another story though, and the real point of this was the changes that I had noticed starting inside of me. Not the changes like a straight girl turning into a lesbian like my landlord had hoped, but something else. This was something entirely different…
What's the accusation?
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