Lesbianism
A process in which a woman, in her homosexuality stage, gets her hormones twisted in to some sort of male genes.
Summary: Sakura Haruno hates boys. She also hates bras, mini-skirts, tote bags and frilly Chihuahuas dressed like dog mannequins. But she most especially hates Sasuke Uchiha for being seductive, cute, sexy and arrogant. Damn him to hell.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Naruto, I never did anyways.
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Chapter 1: Transferred?
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A girl with layered cut and whole bangs, rebelliously shouted (she means well) at the two older people standing before her.
A woman at the age of forty with light red tresses and amazing blue eyes, stood with hands clasped and her blue eyes kept themselves from watering. She never had a daughter this... bad. And Sakura was bad, as in really bad, as in super really—okay you pretty much get our point.
Along with the woman, there was an old man as well, he had burnt chestnut hair and seaweed green eyes. His look was stern, not angered; pissed, but not too pissed.
He couldn't believe
it.
—He just heard the news that his daughter's
Precious baby girl,
Was a lesbian—
...
All lies!
They're all fuckin' lies!
Ahem, anyways, being the concerned and —coughcough— kind of daddy he is, he transferred her to a school, public school.
Nope, not anymore Otogakure All-Women's School,
—she's going to Konoha Men and Women Rehabilitation High School.
Rehabilitation short for... Rehab... in other words... MENTAL PLACE.
Believe her she's not craaazy,
—just pretty stupid for enjoying a woman's kiss.
"We're leaving tomorrow, pack you bags young lady, this talk is not finished." Her so called daddy (can't blame him for having a homosexual daughter... dun, dun, dun...)
"DADDY! I am NOT GOING TO THIS STUPID MENTAL SCHOOL. This place is for autistic freaks!"
Her mother, Shinuu, finally got over her fear of her daughter, that's Sakuraexwwyeiyeuychsgfphobia, and answered her daughter's call, "Hun, please leave us alone for awhile, Sakura needs to talk to me."
Her father narrowed his emerald pearls, and left without a word. Slamming the door behind his back.
Sakura threw her red and black converse down to the floor and busted her head on her pink-striped pillows. Mumbling insignificant curses, while her mother rubbed her back soothingly.
"Honey, please, you have to understand."
She muffled her tears.
(What the hell?)
"Momma, if you really understand me, you have to let me stay in Oto," she faced her mom, her eyes puffy and red. Her bangs were messed and her hair were a disaster. She looked as if she had a bad break-up.
Well, she did.
Flashback
Andy; a very tomboy-ish girl with boy-cut hair and emo bangs hanging at the right side of his—I mean her, her face.
Damn, whatta tomboy.
You girls would think she's hot too.
She could make boys uber jealous.
Anyways, Andy was a lesbian as well.
Fell in love with Sakura,
—and the next thing you knew she was grinding her
during the High School Dance.
Kissing her as well.
So for starters they got together, and tell ya what, they were inseparable.
No one, and I mean not one living cell could keep them apart (all thanks to Andy).
Until, fer shur, they had to break up.
Cuz Sakura—frankly,—she had to leave, she had to leave everything.
Her friends. Oto High. Andy.
She had to go through the worse—and only, break-up she had.
"Andy... I'm leaving..."
"Saks..."
"..."
For the first time, ever she cried, and grabbed Sakura by the arm and hugged before she left for good.
Aww.
Not.
Girl, you need to move on and find a guy with penis.
Grrr.
((end of flashback))
"Please honey, we need you to cooperate, we need to...uh—straighten... your life."
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Fine.
Grr.
"But I won't like it."
Her mother smiled genuinely, and hugged her tight.
"Before we leave hon, we need to do some shopping so come on."
Shopping? Tch. Ew.
"Why momma? Its not like we're burning my old clothes."
Her mother giggle slyly. And turned to face her daughter with ease. "Honey... Well we are."
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—WHAT?
"MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM! DAMN YOU!"
Momma's smile turned in to a disappointed frown, raising her pointer finger in the air and whipping it side to side. "Nuh-uh, no cursing. Remember, a lady does not curse."
Grr.
That's a strike three.
"Ugggggh. Fine, but no buying of skirts, dresses, pink stuff, bras—"
"Honey, you are a lady and you need a bra."
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Twitch.
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"DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE BOOBS!"
Her mother sighed, hopeless, hopeless Sakura-Chan.
"Honey, you basically have D-cups."
Urghh.
"Come here honey, look at this place, it's all so pretty!"
For the rest of the day, it went on like this over and oooveeeer. They brought like, four pairs of pants, three dresses, five heels, two converse (with Sakura's pleads), three shirts, two pairs of shorts and one, ONE mini-skirt.
"Oh dear I almost forgot... Lingerie!" She pulled Sakura to Victoria's Secret store, sight-seeing all the bras and underwear hanging off the clothes rack.
Mrs. Haruno was very eccentric, she swapped almost everything, just not everything, everything, just almost everything.
"Alright that's nine bras, two boxes panties. That'll be forty-five ninety-nine, ma'm." The cashier smiled, Sakura stayed quiet, ignoring the fact she was in a lingerie store. Her momma buying her bras and panties.
This transferring thing has to be worth everything.