Life, I had an average life. I was an average girl, you know, the usual long blond hair, blue eyes 34 C (not quite a full C, but a C nonetheless) chest, a dancer’s body, a big ass, but all muscle.  Nothing special ever happened and I was fine with that. I was content with life. But life started changing when my fiancé and I moved away from home. I started dancing at this great after high school dance academy. We’d compete and I was top of the team. Anyways, about a year ago, normal and average no longer described my life. 

“Alright Gwinn, go get cleaned up, you’ve worked hard enough, you can go home,” my coach said as I completed my newest dance routine. 

See, to be the best, you have to work the hardest. That had always been my motto. So after everyone would leave, I’d work hard with my coach to perfect everything. As I headed into the showers I saw out of the corner of my eye Isabella. Recently Isabella got caught making out with a girl from another team at a recent competition, soon thereafter she came out of the closet. It didn’t bother me, I treated her no different than I had before, but she took a lot of shit from everyone. The academy even told her that if she didn’t keep her sexual orientation on the DL she’d be kicked out, stupid Nazis. Anyways, she followed me into the bathroom and started mocking me because I had a scout who had been watching me for a least a month now.

“Oh shut up Isabella, you know, if you actually practiced, you could be good again.” 

“What do I care about these people, they all hate me anyways.” 

“Oh whatever,” I said as I rolled my eyes and turned around and continued undressing. 

Now, Isabella had always had this running gag with everyone, she got a kick out of freaking the other girls out, stupid homophobes. She just figured that if she got under their skin first, they wouldn’t get a chance to get under hers. We didn’t talk much, minus her giving me shit for being the best, so she never really played her joke on me. I wasn’t sure how to respond to her comment though. I mean, I was straight…sort of. I was in love with my fiancée and was so excited for us to get married, but ever since I was young I had feelings for girls too. I guess you could call it bi, but whatever. Anyways, Isabella loved playing jokes and she loved being a sadist. No way was I going to let HER ruin my rep. 

“No Isabella, I’m not going to make out with you. It doesn’t matter how much alcohol I have in me.”

“No Isabella, I’m not, I’m in love with Corry you know that!” 

I turned around and faced her, completely stark naked. Now before this day, I had thought nothing of it. Like I said, I didn’t treat her any different. The other girls wouldn’t dare let her see them naked after she “came out” but I figured she’d already seen me naked before, what’s the difference if she sees me now? But this time, I noticed her gawking at my boobs and then looking up and down my body.