The soft inviting glow of the television illuminated the dimly lit room, casting shadows on the walls, and providing just enough light for Shea to make out the features of her favorite film.

She was sprawled out on her bed, comfortable and content, her attention fixed on the screen.

But little did she know that her best friend Isabella had different intentions. Her gaze lingered on Shea,

her thoughts a whirlwind of desire and curiosity. She had never been with a woman before,

but something about Shea stirred something inside her. Just as a funny scene made its appearance, Shea stirred something inside her.

Just as a funny scene made its appearance, Shea let out a chuckle, her laugh filling the room.

But as her laughter subsided, her eyes widened in surprise when she saw that Isabella had muted the television.

Hey, I was watching that!

Shea protested, but her playful tone quickly faded when she caught sight of Isabella's gaze.

Isabella's eyes were like burning embers,

their intensity threatening to consume Shea whole. She swallowed, her heart

pounding in her chest as she realized that something was up. Shea's confusion was evident,

as she asked, Is everything okay, Isabella? You seem different. Isabella took a deep breath,

stealing herself for what she was about to say. Yes, I'm fine, but I wanted to ask you something.

She raised an eyebrow, a mixture of intrigue and weariness in her

expression. Okay, shoot, she replied. How did you know you liked women? Isabella asked,

her voice low and steady. Shea's eyes widened at the unexpected question.

She never thought the day would come. Well, it's not like I woke up one day and decided to like women.

She began, her voice thoughtful. It was more like a gradual realization.

I always found myself noticing girls more than boys,

and over time those feelings grew.

Eventually, I just accepted that I was into women.

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