…gently, took Jenny’s face in her hands, pulled her down close, and kissed her deeply on the lips. Their eyes closed. The shock of Rachel kissing her was quickly overcome by the sheer pleasure of Rachel’s lips pressed against hers. Jenny was in heaven. She wanted the kiss to never end. She could spend all of eternity with her face in Rachel’s hands and their lips pressed together.
Suddenly, Rachel released her and stepped back, abruptly flinging Jenny out of her heaven.
Jenny stood up straight as they gazed into each other’s eyes. Then, Rachel looked concerned. She stepped over and put a hand on Jenny’s forehead and said, “Ouch, did you bump you head again? You’ve got a bit of a welt here.”
Jenny placed her hand on Rachel’s hand, which seemed so small under hers.
“Oh,” said Jenny, still dazed from the kiss. “Yeah, I guess so.”
Rachel let her hand drop. “Another growth spurt?” she asked.
“Yeah,” said Jenny. “A big one.”
Rachel shook her head and sighed, seemingly accustomed to Jenny walking head first into things. “Well, Stretch,” she said. “You better put some ice on it.”
“Right,” said Jenny, touched by Rachel’s genuine concern.
They gazed at each other lovingly for a few seconds, and then Rachel said, “Right, well, I really need to get moving.”
“Oh.”
“Bye,” said Rachel. She smiled, put her sunglasses back on, and opened the door. As she walked out, she added, “See you Saturday.” Jenny watched her walk away until she was out of sight, and then she just stood there in the doorway staring off into space for at least a minute.
“Jenny,” said Emily, who was walking by with more laundry. “Close the door. You’re letting mosquitoes in.”
Jenny shut the door and headed for her room. Still in a daze from the kiss, she lightly bumped her head on the door frame as she entered her room. It didn’t even faze her. Nothing could hurt her now. Rachel Sanders had just kissed her, after all.
Jenny found the photo that had been in her wallet, the one that had shown her in the arms of Andrew Miller before she had altered her sexual preference. The photo now depicted her with her arms draped around Rachel Sanders. They looked like a happy couple.
Jenny just smiled. She had solved the mystery. It was so clear now why no guy could get Rachel: Rachel Sanders was a lesbian.
“I think I’m going to like being Jenny,” she said.