"C'mon Logan" said Allison. "It's time to go home."
Logan grimaced. "I can hardly wait to see my new shoe collection" she said with heavy sarcasm.
God, thought Allison, It's not my male brain, I'm actually a lesbian, not even a tough lesbian or a tomboy but a girly super-femme lipstick lesbian. I want girl Logan to make love to me as a girl. I want to get all pretty and dolled up in a cute outfit and heels and have Logan, maybe a little butch with short hair and pants take me to a club, and dance with her leading and telling me how pretty I am and then I want her to take me home and ravish me within an inch of my life and I cannot tell her one-single-word of how I actually feel or she'll freak out ten times worse than she already is but maybe someday. . .
The two got into Logan's car. Allison wished that Logan had opened the car door for her.
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"Do you have a girl name?" asked Millie while the tub was filling up.
Jose grimaced. "Whatever did this its trying to tell me my name is June, just like Barbara Billingsley on Leave it to Beaver. Its like its not enough to take away my manhood, it also wants to turn me into an Anglo. But I'm a Latin girl and I want a Latin name!"
"What Latin name?"
"Juliana. It was my aunt's."
"Ok Juliana. Take out your ID and concentrate real hard on who you are, not Jose, not June, Juliana."
"You really think this will work?"
"Yes, I really do."
They got out Juliana's driver license, now marked June. Juliana concentrated "Yo soy Juliana. Yo soy Juliana."
The letters rearranged themselves, and the license now read Juliana Quesada.
"And now" Millie said "I think Juliana needs a bath."
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Robbie's tears had stopped, and she was helping Elizabeth make dinner. Are we still married, she thought. How does Elizabeth feel about being married to a woman? She's no lesbian. What if she just throws me out of the house? If I can't be a man for her, what can I be? Robbie was more scared than he ever had been before in his life.