I inhale through my nose as I sit at the edge of my bed. I'd texted you because I was too afraid to ask face-to-face, too worried about what might happen. Even with us having a relatively good relationship, how did you start that conversation? How did you talk to your mother about sex, and especially...having sexual feelings for other women? I hadn't wanted to acknowledge them at all, but high school was behind me now. I was an adult, in the eyes of the law and my peers, and I couldn't just pretend that I wasn't going to have to deal with the romantic side of life anymore. College was looming, and I knew that the world was going to confront me with all its complexities there.

I can hear you walking up the stairs, wood creaking under your footsteps, and I murmur quietly to myself. "Hey Mom, just so you know, I think I'm a lesbian," snorting softly. It'd never be that easy to confess to you. You were straight, and even if you'd given me the generic love you no matter what speech before, testing that kind of declaration was always dangerous. I suppose if it all blew up in my face, I was going to be able to run away to college anyway. No harm in talking, right?

Simple setup, a recent high school graduate reaches out to her mother for help coming to terms with her sexuality, and finds more support than she was ever expecting. Obviously, this is an incest prompt, so if that's a deal-breaker, you'll want to walk away now. I'm okay with step-moms, even an older sister, but I want to play this with someone who's willing to take a more experienced and mature role in things. Romance is great, but even if it's more of a transactional teaching experience, I'm okay with that too! I'm more than happy to talk details, and I would love if this could be more than a one-scene story. Reply with your favorite flower in the message, and let's make something blossom!