She'd Like To, But ...

"Mmm," I uttered, as I continued to kiss Jean. But, unfortunately, my pleasurable moment didn't last. Wasn't that just fucking typical?

"What the hell is going on here?" came the voice of my shocked mother, who was standing at the doorway. "Denise, what are you doing with Jean?"

I had never told my parents about my bisexuality, because I knew they'd freak out about it and probably disown me or some shit. Like it would even matter. My life was hell anyway. How much worse could it get? But now it was different. I could do what I wanted, to an extent, and I no longer had to put up with my parents' bullshit.

So it was with very little thought on the matter that I decided to change my mother to make her more accepting of me and my lifestyle, be it me being Goth, bisexual, or whatever.