Dawn makes plans to see Jasmine

Dawn tried to stop herself from trembling as the warm water poured across her face. Rivulets formed on her arms and back. Tears welled in her eyes, but she was too distraught to even let them go.

“What am I going to do?” she asked to the no one that was there. “I don’t understand. I’m not a lesbian. Jasmine is the lesbian, and I’m the lesbian’s best friend. That’s how it’s always been,” she continued in the space of her mind. Her body shook ever more fiercely, as she recalled the dream again, more vividly than she had since awakening.

She stood there like that, lost in a daze of thoughts, fighting to gain some physical composure for almost ten minutes. Finally she shut down completely, reaching for the soap and shampoo mindlessly. Functioning on automatic pilot.

As she turned the water off and reached for a towel, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Turning to have a long hard stare at the image. She looked herself up and down, examining her body more intently then ever before. Her breasts appeared more prominent, the curly hair protruding from between her legs more unruly, yet all of it possessing a curious intrigue to her.

It seemed odd to her, that aspects of herself that she had taken for granted for so long, were now demanding her attention. She had to speak to Jasmine. This was too much for her to deal with on her own. She didn’t know what she’d say exactly, but she had to see her, had to get some answers to the myriad of questions bubbling in her brain.

Dressing quickly in a pair of jeans and a form enhancing gray t-shirt. She mulled over what to tell Quentin. It was a Saturday and he would probably want to spend time with her.

“Honey,” she said evenly as she found him reading the paper. “Are you hanging out with the guys tonight? When Jasmine called this morning she sounded really upset, and I really think I should spend some time with her. I don’t want her to be alone,” she lied.

“Um, I hadn’t thought about it,” Quentin spoke slowly, the gears in his mind obviously humming with ideas. “I’m sure we can find something to do. I’ll call Todd, I think his girlfriend is out of town.”

“Ok, great. Thank you sweetie.”

Dawn bent over kissing Quentin on the cheek and then hurried off to call Jasmine. Butterflies danced in her stomach as she dialed the number.

“Hello,” came Jasmine’s voice on the other end.

“Hey, it’s me,” Dawn blurted out nervously. “So what do you want to do tonight?”

“Why don’t you come over in about an hour,” Jasmine’s replied with obvious excitement. “I’m can’t wait to see you.”

Dawn put down the receiver and paced about the room. In search of anything to keep her mind busy for the next hour. Anything that would keep her from thinking about what she would say when she actually saw Jasmine.