So this is college, Jenny thought as she hugged her arms around her chest and looked around her bare dorm room. After her parents had helped her carry everything up to her room, they had taken her out to lunch and then set off back for home, a several hour drive away. Jenny had spent some time putting her things away and settling in, and was now sitting on the edge of her twin-sized dorm bed contemplating her new surroundings, her newfound freedom, and the new chapter in her life that she was about to embark on. Jenny had been anxiously awaiting this moment for a couple of years now, and now that she was actually here, in this moment of incredible transformation, she couldn't help but feel slightly apprehensive.

 

As all these thoughts raced through her mind, one thought in particular seemed to stand out. That thought was of Jenny's wrestling with a part of her identity the past couple of years, and her struggle to explore this curiosity, or perhaps it was an innate need. Whatever it was, Jenny was starting to become consumed with these feelings and desires that had surfaced so dominantly in her psyche, and she was hoping that college life would allow her the freedom to search and discover her sexual identity.

 

As Jenny continued to get settled into her dorm room, she noticed herself anxiously waiting for her roommate to arrive, and was hoping that the two of them would get along easily in the small quarters that they were about to share for the school year. Jenny hadn't really shared a room with anyone before, and she was silently wondering what the boundaries were for close quarter living. Thankfully, the room was actually larger than she had thought it would be, with plenty of space between the two twin-sized beds, a small refrigerator and microwave, two small desks and chairs and a private bath.

 

That last part was a relief to Jenny because she had feared sharing a communal bathroom with the other dorm girls. In fact, ever since Jenny had started to become aware of her possible sexual orientation, she became quite apprehensive in gym class throughout her last two years of high school, most especially when she was in the girls locker room. She didn't know how to act, she wanted to stare at the other girls, she was sure she was obvious as hell, and worst of all....she didn't want to be 'outed' by some straight girl who might claim to feel violated to the school principal. So, Jenny kept a tight lid on her newfound feelings and desires, and those feelings and desires have been bottled up tight inside of her for the past two years, waiting to explode like a volcano.