MY SCHOOL MOTHER MADE ME BECOME A LESBIAN

Episode 1

She would then embrace me from behind, and we would sleep in that position until morning. Sometimes at night, I would hear silent noises coming from the two other roommates behind our bed. Whenever I tried to look back to see what was going on, Linda, with her arms around my body, would assure me not to worry about them. She would always say that they were having a nice time and that I should go back to sleep. She told me she could make me feel good without any consequence.

I was overjoyed as I opened the letter that had been mailed to our home address earlier that day. Of course, I knew what was in it, but holding and opening the letter felt like a dream come true for me. My best friend Eva and I were offered scholarships to further our secondary school education at Merited Queens College after our outstanding academic performance at the Earth Brains Competition, organized by the administrators of Merited Queens College. It was so tough, as it was the Battle of the Brilliant Girls. Three hours after racking our brains, Eva, three other girls, and I were chosen as winners among over 300 girls who applied for the scholarship and attended the competition.

Merited Queens College was one of the best female boarding schools outside Lagos. The school prided itself on academic excellence. It had the best set of T-shirts, amazing building structures, and spacious learning rooms that were fully equipped. The school was mainly affordable only to the rich because of its overpriced school fees.

My hands trembled as I read aloud the content of the letter. Hard work really paid off, I thought, as I hurried to find my parents to share the good news with them. My parents hugged me, tears of joy dripping from their eyes.

Preparations for resumption started, and I went shopping with my best friend, Eva. Eva and I had been best friends since we were two years old. Our parents had been friends, and we automatically clicked. She had lost her father at the age of nine, and we had all cried, for he was a kind man. Her mother had been struggling ever since to cater for her and her younger brother, Prince. My parents were not wealthy; they were civil servants being paid peanuts. However, they assisted Eva and her mother in the little ways they could. This was why the scholarship was a big deal for both our families. It was as though a heavy weight had been taken off our family’s shoulders.

Although we were low on cash, we tried to shop for class because we were attending a school filled with rich kids. We didn’t want to look awkward and uncouth in their midst.

Fast forward to the night before the day of resumption, my parents prayed for me. They also gave me advice and words of encouragement. That night, I couldn’t sleep. I was on cloud nine and couldn’t wait for dawn. It was an exciting adventure that I was anxious to experience.

On the day of resumption, my parents asked me to carry my luggage to my father’s old Ford car. We drove to Eva’s house and picked her up. Then, we all drove to Merited Queens College. It was the first day of resumption, and the compound was filled with fleets of exotic and expensive-looking cars. Beautiful and well-dressed female students alighted from various cars and walked toward their dormitory majestically, while their drivers carried their luggage for them.

I immediately felt ashamed of being seen with my parents in that old Ford. As if that was not enough, the engine of my dad’s car refused to turn off. It started making funny noises, then our car started jerking and releasing thick smoke into the atmosphere, causing everyone in the school compound to turn in our direction, curious to see the unfortunate occupants of the car.

Eva and I stepped down from the car. Eva smiled brightly, while I bowed my head in shame, wishing the ground would open up and swallow me. I heard some girls giggling, while some rolled their eyes. At that instant, I hated everyone and everything.

We were directed to the admission office for registration and documentation. The principal briefed us on the routine in a boarding school and every other important activity we ought to know. After an hour in the office, we were done with the registration process, and it was time to say goodbye. Eva hugged my parents, while I just waved and mumbled goodbye from a corner with an unsmiling face. I had not forgiven my parents for the public humiliation their car had caused me. Where were they when their mates were hustling and making money? I thought.

As Eva and I dragged our luggage to the dormitory, we arranged our clothes in our designated wardrobes, amidst stares from other girls in the room. Some were talking in harsh tones, but we didn’t give them any attention. We were in SS1 after all, so no one could order us around, I thought to myself. But I was very wrong.

During lunchtime in the dining hall, while Eva and I were eating our food quietly, a big woman came to stand in front of us and ordered us to clear her dishes. At first, I thought she was one of the staff, but the school uniform she was wearing gave her identity away. She was a student like me. Eva and I looked at each other in surprise. We smiled, then kept on eating our food. In anger, she banged her two feet on our table, startling us to our bones. In fear, Eva jumped up and ran to clear the big bully’s table, while I kept on eating my food, nonchalant.

Deep down, I became angry with Eva for chickening out in fear. The big bully stared at me angrily, and I stared right back. Our eyes locked, as if waiting for the first person to blink or look away. She blinked first, of course, which made her angrier. She made a sign of revenge and marched out of the dining hall.

Eva made her way back after clearing the bully’s table, and I looked at her and shook my head in disappointment. The big bully must have thought that we were in the junior class, which was why she picked on us, I told Eva.

"But the junior students wear PF for their uniform, but we are clearly wearing skirts," Eva said back to me.

I rolled my eyes, got up, and walked away from her.

I met the big bully in the hallway, and she immediately pounced on me, threatening to end my life if I ever reported her to the school authorities. She promised to make the school a living h--l for me, and she kept to her word. She made me fetch her water, do her laundry, massage her ugly and dirty feet, and all sorts of ch--s I saw as a label. She even made me miss class twice because she locked me in a dark cupboard for hours with no ventilation.

I tried explaining to my teachers and the principal the reason I was absent from class, but they didn’t believe me because I was a new student and had no reputation. The principal warned me that if I missed class for any reason again, I would be suspended.

I became depressed. I went to my dormitory and cried, while Eva comforted me. My other bunkmates, whom I had become familiar with, also comforted me. One of them told us how she had been bullied when she was a junior student and how the bully had gotten away with her atrocities. Thankfully, the bully had graduated the previous year. Hearing her story made me cry harder. It had only been two weeks at Merited Queens College, and I was fed up.

I got up from the bed slowly and sadly as my roommates kept sharing their bully experiences with each other. I prayed as I walked toward the bathroom, hoping not to meet the bully on the way because I had just finished washing her disgusting underwear, which she had stacked up for a week inside her bag.

I entered the bathroom and washed my face. My face was red from too much crying. I tried to force a smile, but it only resulted in another emotional breakdown. I sobbed aloud. Someone flushed the toilet from inside one of the toilets behind me, and I quickly dabbed my tears away. But it was too late.

A very beautiful damsel walked out of the toilet and approached me. She smiled and extended her hand for a handshake. She introduced herself as Linda and told me not to cry anymore. She also told me she was in SS3, the same class as the bully. She had seen me being punished severely by the bully and promised to help me get rid of her, on one condition: she wanted me to be her friend. She promised to give me lots of cash and make sure no one bullied me anymore in the school if I accepted her offer.

Episode 2

I was overjoyed. I saw it as a win-win for myself. I got to be a friend of this gorgeous and popular queen, I got to be free from the bully, and I got to be given lots of cash. I smiled and accepted to be her friend. We shook hands, and just as she was about to leave the bathroom, she pecked me on the cheek, smiled, and walked away majestically.

I was observing my chest a few hours later when the bell rang. It was a Saturday, and I was pissed off that my sleep had been disrupted. It was obviously an emergency bell, and all the students gathered in the hall as we anticipated the cause of the emergency.

Just then, the principal walked in and began to address us about bullying and how it was not accepted in the school. Before I blinked, the big bully was ushered onto the stage behind her, with two policemen. A video recording was played on the screen, which showed the big bully stuffing me into a wardrobe. I was shocked. Phones were not allowed, so I wondered who had recorded the clip. In silence, I prayed for the person who had vindicated me.

The principal further announced to us that Fioh—that was the big bully’s name—had been expelled and would be taken to the station for further questioning. There was wild jubilation and cheers among the students. It was obvious I wasn’t the only one being bullied by Fioh.

Although I didn’t jump around like the others, inside me, I was filled with awe and bliss. My mind thought of Linda’s assurance to get rid of Fioh, the big bully. Out of curiosity, I scanned the crowd for Linda. Then I saw her in one of the corners, smiling at me. It was obvious she had been looking at me all the while. I blushed and smiled back at her, feeling a tingling in my chest.

Weeks turned to months, and Linda did her best to make my stay at Merited Queens College a bl--s. I felt like a queen indeed. She even told me to move into her room and occupy the bed that the big bully had vacated. I told her I was scared of getting c--ught sleeping in a room I wasn’t assigned to. She told me not to worry and that we would get it sorted out. True to her word, I was officially moved into her room. I was really happy because we were just four occupants in the room, unlike my previous room, where we were ten girls cramped in a small space.

Linda officially became my school mother. I lacked nothing, and I became respected among the students because Linda was the most famous girl in the school, and I happened to be her daughter.

Even in the dining hall, we were given a presidential table. Eva and I drifted apart gradually. We still talked once in a while, but we stayed in our lanes, and I didn’t care. She was, after all, a poor, broke daughter of a widow with funny body odor, and I was way past her level.

Every night, Linda would beg me to sleep on her bed with the excuse that she was scared. 

Episode 3

She would then embrace me from behind, and we would sleep in that position until morning. Sometimes at night, I would hear silent noises coming from the two other roommates behind our bed. Whenever I tried to look back to see what was going on, Linda, with her arms around my body, would assure me not to worry about them. She would always say that they were having a nice time and that I should go back to sleep.

I was curious to know what they were doing. From the sounds they made, they seemed to be having a nice time, truly, and I wanted to know what they were doing and probably have a nice time with them too. After all, I was now their friend. We ate at the same table and did almost everything together.

I was really naive about s--xual activities. Out of curiosity, I asked Linda what was going on between the two girls. She smiled. We were standing by my locker when the conversation came up. Before I knew it, she kissed me on the lips and smiled again. Her lips were very soft and moist. This was definitely my first kiss.

She asked if I had ever been with a man. My eyes grew wide in shock. I was only 14 years old and had been brought up well by my over-religious parents. I told her I had never ever been with a man. She felt relieved. She told me a man had forced himself on her when she was 13 years old, and it had been a painful, horrible experience that she never wanted to have again.

She told me she could make me feel good without any consequence. I wanted to know what she was talking about. She smiled and led me by the hand into the room. We met the two other roommates. Linda told me to sit on her bed, then she whispered into the two girls’ ears. They laughed and got up, while Linda came to sit beside me and held my hand. We watched the two other girls take off their clothes.

Episode 4

The two girls immediately got intimate with each other. I felt irritated and disgusted at first, but Linda softened her grip on my hand and car--ssed my hand to calm me down. My nerves calmed, and I started enjoying the show. One of the girls took out a candle from the drawer and used it on her partner. They seemed to be having a nice time, and I watched with keen interest, as if to try out something new.

One of the girls brought out a lighter from her bag and lit the thread on the candle that was inside the other girl. They were smiling and enjoying themselves until the fire c--ught the bed they were lying on. They both started panicking, and in an attempt to put out the fire and take out the candle, half of the candle broke into the girl’s private area. They both panicked even more. The one whose private area had the candle started crying and jumping around as she tried to shake out the candle, but our efforts were in vain.

I watched as the two girls went from having a good time to freaking out. Their screams must have reached the ears of students and staff, because footsteps were heard running toward our room. Linda whispered to me to quickly run to my bed and act like I was asleep. She quickly lay on her bed, pretending to be asleep.

The door was kicked open just as I landed on my bed, and I quickly shut my eyes. The housekeeper and the principal barged in and saw the two trembling and scared girls. The house mistress shouted at them to know what had happened, and in tears, they told the principal that a candle was stuck in the private part of one of them. The principal didn’t need to be told what they were both doing. The principal and house mistress looked in our direction and saw both Linda and I in our pretend sleep.

In stern tones, she ushered the two girls out of the room in anger. Both were to be expelled from the school and prosecuted for their acts.

Do you think the narrator would go ahead to join her school mother, Linda, in this newfound adventure? Find out in part two of this series, coming up soon.

Episode 5: Whispers in the Hallway

Both girls who were caught in the act of lesbia--nism were paraded in front of our curious eyes.

Although Linda and I had been present in the room while the girls were having se--x, we feigned ignorance.

The principal exposed the deeds of these two girls, after which they were expelled and escorted by two policemen who had been waiting impatiently for the very unnecessary assembly to be over.

The principal also warned us that the fate of these two students—expulsion and arrest—would befall any one of us caught in the act.

 My legs trembled as I stood and watched the principal, who fumed with ra--ge as she addressed us.

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Although I did not practice the act, I had been a spectator who had vividly enjoyed the show, as well as the care--ss of Linda's hand

 From where I stood, I could feel Eva's stare burning into my face. I was very sure she had lots of questions to ask me since the two girls who were being paraded were my friends and roommates.

But I was not bothered by Eva because I did not really see her as my friend anymore, so I didn't owe her any explanation.

I hastily walked towards my room immediately after the principal dismissed us. Linda smiled and hugged me as soon as we entered the room.

She assured me not to worry, as no ha--rm would come near me. I should just accept her proposal, and we would be fine.

A few weeks later, we were done with our examinations and our school vacated. As I waited for my parents in the parking lot, Linda stepped out majestically and walked towards the luxurious car waiting for her.

Just as she was about to step into the car, she looked back at me, smiled, and blew kis--ses at me. I smiled back and waved.

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Before coming downstairs, we had shared a passionate ki--ss in the room, and she had even cried on my shoulders while telling me how much she would miss me.

We had not done anything serious because I still had not accepted her proposal, yet she had been nothing but sweet to me.

She had gifted me lots of classic clothes and money to flex with during the holiday, and also a phone. As her car drove away, I could not stop thinking about her. I had fallen in love.

My father honked his old Volvo, bringing me back to reality. After hugging my dad, we packed my luggage into his trunk, and he asked about Eva.

I told him Eva had left already. It was a lie, of course, as I could see Eva struggling to drag her big bags down the pavement and towards the car park.

Thankfully, my father did not see her as he drove away. I didn't want Eva around me anymore because Linda, the love of my life, didn't want me to mingle with Eva.

She did not want anyone to snatch me from her.

Episode 6: A Slap and a Secret

The Christmas holiday was the best vacation I had ever experienced. Although it was the first vacation I had ever spent without my ex-best friend, Eva, I still enjoyed myself because I had lots of cash to spend and classic clothes to wear to notable places, thanks to Linda. Although Linda spent her holiday overseas, not a day passed by without us checking up on each other.

Soon, the holiday was over, and school resumed for the new term. Our former principal had been replaced with a new, stricter woman, to the chagrin of Linda. Linda and I grew closer and fonder of each other, and I finally accepted her proposal. She treated me like a queen.

I was sitting on the toilet seat one day when two girls walked into the washroom and started gossiping. I recognized the first speaker's voice: Eva. The second girl was Eva's new best friend, Seline. I had seen both of them together since resumption, and although I felt a pang of jealousy, I did not allow it to bother me because they were both poor losers. The two losers started gossiping about Linda, and I strained my ears from where I was sitting to hear what they were saying.

"Our former principal is a lesbian, and Linda was her puppet," I heard Seline tell Eva.

"Oh my God!" Eva gasped. "How did you know?"

"I caught them together in her office last year," Seline replied. "Eva, now that your friend Avery and Linda are so close, are you sure they are not lesbian partners?" Seline asked.

My name is Avery. Of course. How dare she call my name, I thought to myself. I flushed the toilet, stormed out of the stall, walked up to Seline, and gave her a resounding slap across her face. She fell to the floor, and I glared at Eva, who was too stunned to speak. I warned her never to speak ill of Linda again. As I was about to walk away, Eva grabbed my left arm, forcing me to stare eyeball to eyeball with her. Her eyes were sparkling with tears building up. Staring into her eyes, I could read many warnings and pleas for me to retrace my steps. Her lips spoke many words, but the only word she could stutter was, "Please."

Eva had never been in love, so she wouldn't understand how my heart felt. Although I had accepted Linda's proposal, we hadn't done anything other than share kisses once in a while. The furthest we had gone was a deep kiss, and I loved every moment of it. But I wanted more. My body was hungry for more, and I wanted to satisfy this weird and interestingly sweet hunger. I let Linda know how I felt, and she promised we were going to explore each other's bodies that night. We were beneath a huge tree at the back of our classroom when the romantic conversation and sexual promises ensued. But unknown to us, Seline had been eavesdropping on our conversation and heard everything

Episode 7: The Scapegoat

That night, Linda fulfilled her promise to me. She explored every corner of my bo--dy so gently that I thought I would faint out of pure ple--asure.

My face hot, my eyes glistening with sweet tears, she pressed her cu--cumber's rounded head to my special area, the fl--eshy fl--ab, and immediately, a shudder ran through my whole bo--dy, the tension in my g--ut pulling tighter. The org--asm was right there, waiting.

She then made me su--ck her, pressing my head to tickle her spe--cial ar--ea, the fl--eshy fl--ab, too. I did that until she too began to sha--ke and let out a jet of flu--id.

After that, we were determined to do more and we began ru--bbing our sp--ecial ar--eas together, hers was so so--ft and te--nder. So plu--mp, it swa--llowed my own. We did this for long and kpoof, another jet of fl--uid came out. 

"Linda," I panted.

"Yes?"

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Linda then asked me to kneel. I did.

She asked me to lie down while still kneeling. I did.

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Then I felt the cu--cumber go into the same place I sit on. It hu--rt a bit but I took it in, it was at this moment we heard someone gasp and clear their throat. 

And that was the position we were in when we were caught by our new principal, our house mistr--ess, and, of course, the unforgiving Seline.

They had opened the door quietly while we had been engrossed in our passionate lovem--aking.

They had stood there and watched for a while, so Linda and I could not deny it; we were caught in the act.

The house mist--ress wasn't looking too happy, and Linda quickly rushed to meet her and held her hands while whispering quietly in her ear.

And that was the last time I ever saw Linda.

The next day, I sat down quietly in the hallway and listened as the new principal addressed us on the danger of disobedience and how another student had been caught, yet again, practicing lesb--ianism.

I was on edge, and beside me, two policemen were standing. The emergency bell had rung for myself and Linda, but I could not find Linda anywhere.

I heard the principal inform the assembled girls of Merited Queen's College that one of the girls escaped, but the other girl would face a pu--nishment of exp--ulsion and arr--est.

Squarely, that was my cue to stand up as I was invited to the podium to be paraded in front of the students.

This was my first time standing in front of them. I just wished the ground would open up and swallow me.

I scanned the crowd to see if I could find Linda, but she was nowhere to be found. My eyes and Eva's eyes met, and I could see her weeping.

Standing beside her was the e--vil Seline, who was laughing at my predicament. I kept hearing loud sobbing from a distance and looked toward the direction only to see my mother sobbing uncontrollably and my father trying to control her while having a hard time controlling his own emotions.

That was the last thing I remembered before I fainted.

Episode 8: The Vow

The next time I woke up, I found myself behind bars, facing the repercussions of an offense that was committed by two people alone.

It has been ten years since the incident, and here I am, writing this letter from the corner of my room in prison, quietly facing my fourteen-year imprisonment for lesbianism. I am a twenty-four-year-old girl now, and I've gotten used to being behind these bars. Eva never once stopped coming to visit me. She had graduated from Merited Queen's College, graduated from the university, done her youth service, and was now working in a government hospital with a mouthwatering salary. She had gotten married and was expecting her first child in a few months, yet she never once deserted me. She had helped take care of my parents during my absence.

From her, I learned that Seline was the one who reported us to her mother, who was the new principal at the time. I also learned that Linda's mother was the owner of Merited Queen's College and had aided her daughter to escape to America, where she continued her studies and her sexual preference in a country where lesbianism is legally accepted. That first night with Linda, we had not really gotten deep into the act. We were only caught naked, lying on top of each other, and kissing. So, I can boldly say I am still a virgin.

Yet I was the scapegoat. Linda, who was a core expert in lesbianism, enticed other students, and even had sex with the former principal and some teachers, went scot-free. I was a scapegoat.

My name is Avery Daniels, and this is my story, sitting down behind bars and writing this letter so that everyone can read and know what actually transpired that night. I should be out of here in four years, and I'm counting down the years, months, and days left to be spent in here.

Linda and Seline, beware. I am coming for you. I will surely get my revenge.