Feminism 101

Katie had never felt like she fit in her old, antiquated high school in urban Memphis. She was the wrong race, and she wasn't interested in boys. She focused on her schoolwork, graduating as the valedictorian, and then set her sights on a private college in tony Nashville.

She was at her first class in feminism -- still not interested in boys, from the gawky nerds to the big jocks. But the woman that entered the classroom -- the professor -- she caused a stirring in Katie's loins. Five foot nine, blonde hair, green eyes, tanned. She was lithe, unlike the busty Katie, who hid her beauty under hoodies and sweatpants. She wore a black jacket, a white blouse, with matching heels and pants. Katie bit her lower lip. Her mom was a lesbian, if not always sexually, at least romantically. Why couldn't she be the same?