Heather's story
By Varian Milagro
Chapter 9
Heather awoke Friday morning with Abigail draped over her body and cupping her boob. It was her new favorite way of waking up. She knew that the magic was changing her relationship with Abigail from strictly platonic to something more sexual, but it felt so wonderful that it was getting hard to care.
She’d never really been romantically involved with anyone before, but had always assumed that it would be with a guy. Like a lot of her friends, she’d dreamed about a large church wedding, walking down the aisle in a white gown, being given away by her father to a man that was just as handsome and godly. Like her mom, she’d cook for her husband, be dutiful, and raise his children with love and a healthy fear of God.
That was looking less and less likely with each passing day. Would it be that big of a deal if she shared her life with a woman instead of a man? More and more people thought that the church was wrong for condemning homosexuality. Were they right? How could something that felt so amazing and natural be wrong?