Chapter One
For me, coming to terms with what I am was like being born. It was something that happened when I was naked, wet and crying.
I’m not really sure what it was that got me to realizing it. A long string of dates with ‘the hot guy’ that always left me feeling... well, feeling something. What I’m not sure.
It was in the less than warm afterglow of yet another of those encounters that I was dragged kicking and screaming to the new spa that opened up nearby. My best friend since...hell pigtails, Julie said that my moping was bringing her down and that I was now her prisoner! My shoes leaving skid marks across the parking lot, I was dragged into the place.
Okay I’ll admit before very long I was having kind of a good time. It’s not often I like to feel pampered. Maybe it because the
