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MidReal Story
Love's Unconventional Family
Scenario:Tall Tomboy lesbian with pixie cut hair, with wife and teen daughter.
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I'm a tall tomboyish lesbian with a pixie cut.
I know that doesn't sound like the most accurate description of a person, but bear with me.
I'm 5'10", the tallest in my family.
My wife Sarah is 5'8" and my daughter Emily is the shortest at 5'6".
I have short hair styled like a pixie cut, hence the tomboyish description.
I'm not very feminine and I don't follow traditional gender stereotypes.
I'm married to a wonderful woman and I have a teenage daughter.
That's the basics of my life.
Now let me tell you about how it all began.
I was born in 1977 to a middle class family.
My parents were high school sweethearts and I was their only child.
They were older than my friends' parents and I think that contributed to me being a bit of a loner.
Being an only child made me use my imagination more than most kids.
I grew up playing sports in the neighborhood with the boys, which is where my tomboyish personality came from.
I didn't play with the girls because they were all about dolls and pretend tea parties.
I'd rather be pretending to be Babe Ruth or Joe Namath than some princess or Barbie doll.
I was a tall, thin, athletic kid that played every sport possible in high school.
I stepped out of my car and onto the sun-kissed parking lot, the smell of freshly cut grass wafting through the air.
The local softball tournament was in full swing, and I couldn't wait to immerse myself in the excitement.
I scanned the field, my eyes searching for familiar faces amidst the sea of strangers.
That's when I spotted her – Sarah, a fellow enthusiast, cheering animatedly from the sidelines.
Her bright yellow t-shirt stood out against the dull green of the grass, and her infectious energy drew me in.
I made my way towards her, my sneakers crunching on the gravel beneath my feet.
As I approached, she turned to face me, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm.
"Hey, great game so far!" I said, extending a hand in greeting.
Sarah's handshake was firm, her smile warm. "Thanks! My team's killing it today."
I nodded, taking in the scene before us. The sun beat down on the field, casting long shadows behind the players.
"I'm Jamie," I said, releasing her hand. "And you are...?"
"Sarah," she replied, her voice husky. "Nice to meet you, Jamie."
We chatted for a bit, exchanging stories about our favorite sports and athletes.
I learned that Sarah was a huge fan of the Yankees, and we bonded over our shared love of Derek Jeter.
As the match progressed, we moved closer to the field, our conversation flowing effortlessly.
The crack of the bat, the smack of the ball hitting leather – it was like music to my ears.
At one point, Sarah let out a whoop of excitement as her team scored a home run.
I grinned, feeling a sense of camaraderie with this stranger-turned-friend.
As the game neared its end, I turned to Sarah and said, "Hey, want to grab a drink after this? Celebrate your team's win?"
Her face lit up. "Sounds like a plan to me!"
We exchanged numbers, making plans to meet up later.
As Sarah returned to her cheering duties, I waved goodbye and made my way back to my car.
I felt a spring in my step, excitement building in my chest.
Here is the next part of the story:
As I drove home, the hum of the engine matched the rhythm of my racing heart.
The streetlights flickered past, casting fleeting shadows inside the car.
I replayed the day's events, savoring Sarah's laughter and our easy conversation.
Pulling into the driveway, I noticed Emily's bike tossed haphazardly on the lawn.
Inside, the house was quiet except for the faint sound of a TV show from Emily's room.
I found Sarah in the kitchen, her back turned as she prepared dinner.
The aroma of sizzling vegetables and baking chicken wafted through the air, making my stomach growl with hunger.
I approached her, unable to contain my excitement about our new connection.
"You'll never guess who I met today," I said, setting the stage for a pivotal family discussion.
Sarah turned to face me, a spatula in hand, a hint of curiosity in her eyes.
"Try me," she said, her voice warm and inviting.
I took a deep breath, launching into the story of how I met Sarah at the softball tournament.
As I spoke, Emily emerged from her room, her eyes fixed on her phone screen.
She plopped down at the kitchen table, still typing away with her thumbs.
Sarah listened intently, a smile spreading across her face as I recounted our conversation.
Emily looked up, her eyes flicking between us, sensing that something was amiss.
"What's going on?" she asked, her tone laced with a mix of curiosity and wariness.
I hesitated, unsure how to broach the subject of Sarah and me.
But before I could respond, the doorbell rang, shrill and insistent.
"I'll get it," Emily said, pushing back her chair and striding towards the front door.
As she disappeared from view, Sarah turned to me, her eyes sparkling with amusement.
"Do you think she suspects anything?" Sarah asked, her voice low but teasing.
I chuckled, shaking my head. "Not yet, but she's a smart kid; she'll figure it out soon enough."
Sarah leaned in closer, her expression turning serious. "We should probably tell her before she hears it from someone else."
