Hair. Never before have I realized how wonderous hair can be. Pippa's shines deeply in the sunlight, pure onyx. She sleeps peacfully laying on a blanket by the lake. I run my hands through it softly, feeling its silkiness. So beautiful I think. So beautiful. I shake my head wildly, driving to keep the thought out of my mind. Wrong my mind whispers, these feelings are wrong. Evil. Abnormal. That's what I am an abnormality, some strange mutant.
Never in all of my strictly supervised experiances with those of the male gender have I felt this way. Never felt any pull towards anyone, any desire.No wonder. We are so tightly guarded that we never truly know them. Men, boys really, they do nothing for me with their flirting except leave me empty. Men never do any thing but destroy, scar. But Pippa... the only one that truly loves me. The only one I love. Our relationship is perfect and pure. No one from the outside can understand, not really. We giggle and laugh, tell stories, share secrets. All the things I can not share with men, the very ones I can be expected to be courted by.
Pippa opens her eyes and smiles and I find myself smiling in return. "What shall we do today, Fee?" Anything, I reply softly.