Most of you may not believe this, but I was a late bloomer… A really late bloomer, I don’t mean physically, my breast were pretty much developed by the time I was 16, but up until my first year of college I was pretty sheltered and spent more time in sweat shirts and baggy jeans.
It wasn’t until my first year in college, when I was bunking with a girl name Emily did I start learning to dress myself in a way that attracted boys. At first, it was just little stuff, like Emily would tell me I didn’t have to wear my jacket all the time, then that grew into me buying more tank tops, and then shorts, and eventually it got to the point were I was doing my hair and make up and going out in skimpy shirts and skirts.
It was fun! I guess not having my folks around to tell me I was looking like a slut for wearing shorts was liberating. For months Emily and I use to walk around campus in our short shorts, even after as winter started, Emily would start random conversations with the cuter boys in school. For the first six months she was definitely my BFF, that started to change a month before winter break.
Emily was bi, and I still wasn’t sure what I was. But that’s another story.
