The only consent I needed apart from my own, was my parents’. Hesitantly, I asked for recommendations for a ther****t, one who would make sense of t...e ‘shift’. It wasn’t easy offloading my new-found leanings to friends, and doing it in front of a total stranger in the guise of a ther****t, unthinkable! Those tough, sometimes intruding, queries about my sexual history turned my life, as I knew it, upside down. The result of the Kinsey’s scale, also known as the Heterosexual-Homosexual rating. Laura looked from Anna to Annie and saw them getting up from their chair. Laura's body refused any cooperation, for the moment. So, the only thing she managed to do, was to look at those two girls getting up. To her surprise and shock, she saw how both girls grabbed the hem of their dresses and pulled it over their heads. The dresses ended up on the back of their chairs.Laura's eyes almost popped out of her head. Those two, they even didn't wear any underwear! Well, she already knew about the. This wasn’t my world to control and mold into what I wanted. I was just a part of it and I needed to meld into it, accept what I could work myself into without causing damage and chaos myself. And part of that was my presentation to others on this world. Sure, the a****ls didn’t care how I was dressed or if I was dressed. But the people probably did. I remember the looks from them on the encounters on the plains and in the jungle after the attacks. I was so focused on the attacks and defeating. ”“Oh? Do we?”“Whose side are you on, Tiff? Of course we do!” Charlie rolled her eyes. Then she pinched my arm where she’d been patting it; not a friendly pinch, but a mean, painful one. I flinched and swallowed a yell. “Be careful, Sam, be very careful. You’ve been so good up to now. Don’t fuck it up.”I recoiled. Busted. Warned off. Dreams dashed. Fuck. It was like a kick in the teeth. Deflation.“Wasn’t she sweet?”Mum gushed and squeezed my arm excitedly. We sat, half way back in the audience.