It's true that I knew I was lesbian at the age of 11. I had no doubt about it. I had the hardest crush on my p.e. teacher, she was the perfect spesimen, tallish, blond and blue eyed, with the best legs and breasts you could want. She was always tanned to perfection, and her smile and white teeth were perfect. And I knew she was a lesbian, because we were girls and knew exactly what she liked.

Unfortunately I wasn't what she liked. Her type were the cheerleader types, and I was a bit shorter and rounder and I was still fully undeveloped. But that did not stop me from crushing on her and being her total bitch and doing whatever stupid chore she wanted done. She was the queen and I was her servent.

Later at 13 I had developed more and my hips were coming in, and one day I just blurted out to her that I loved her. He she told me that was nice, but left me standing in the cold. Her current pet was a 9th grade girl who was junior varsity cheer leader. She was perfectly shaped, and had a real pretty face. Although I knew the minute I declared my love for her that it was the wrong thing to say, I said it and had to live with it. I decided that the right thing to do was to hate her pet, and I hated her with all my heart.

It was at 16, by then I had changed and grown a bit taller, although still only 5 foot 3, had developed a nice set of tits and slimmed down. That is when she began to pay attention to me. When I was finally taken by her, I cried. I had been in love with her for five years, and now finally she paid attention to me. I was now her pet, and I was so proud I wanted everyone to know. Let some other girl twist in agony, while I got her attention. My time in the sun lasted until the summer break, and when I returned the next year there was another girl who was the object of her affections. I was crushed, but got over it pretty quickly as a new underclassmen came to our school who became my girlfriend. This was my first real girlfriend, and to her I was the queen and she was the servent and I liked that very much.

Today I definitely do not like women who look like my p.e. teacher. I am very much into girls who look like me, soft skinned with round features, full breasts with a pretty enough face. I like longish brown hair, and brown eyes. And I like her to like me. I like to sit by the lake and hold hands, I like to walk downtown and windowshop, I like to eat at corner Italian restaurants, where we can hide in a corner table and hold hands and I can tell her I love her. I am a romantic, and I am glad I got over the sport athletic stage. Frankly, I don't even understand why I was so hung up on my teacher. Oh well, time to run and get my kid and then we are going to meet my girlfriend for pizza and go to the movies.