Want Something More

Your taxi drops you off at the school and you smile. This is a new school, and a new freedom from your parents. Your free to make your own choices, free to explore new paths...and maybe explore your sexuality.

The thought makes you blush. You were set on guys at first, but...lately your eyes are drawn to the chests of others. The lull and sweet tune of a girl's voice turns your head. You have a type--or you think you might. In fact, you just saw your type walk past...