Snuggly wuggly womance!
“But I don’t want to go, Kate!” Sadie’s voice rose to a pitch of whine that only dogs could hear.
Kate, her tall, brunette and freckled friend laughed as she laced her trainers. “We’re going. We have to go. Don’t you want to be able to defend yourself?”
“No,” Sadie pouted, crossing her arms over her chest. “I’ll find a big bad butch dyke to take care of me.”
“Ugh, Sadie,” Kate wrinkled her nose. Kate was straight. Kate was straight in the same way parallel lines were straight, but she took more pride in her straightness than they could ever do. “Well, it’s too late now, we’re here. Get changed for crying out loud, the class is supposed to start in a minute, I don’t want to be late.”
“Ugh, Kate!” Sadie mocked her friend with a gleam in her eye. “Fine. But I’m doing this for you, remember? She turned and stripped off her shirt and jeans and reluctantly slid into a pair of athletic short shorts and vest, and, as a final touch of athletic style, an 80′s style sweatband that made her short hair stick up over it, transforming her from a pretty girl to something out of a boy band producer’s worst nightmare.
“You’re not going to wear that, are you?” Kate sounded mildly horrified.
