I know I'm smiling dumbly at my phone, but I can't help myself. I keep re-reading the text message over and over again,

"Can you meet me behind the gym after school is over? I have to tell you something. - Becca"

This is a classic love confession scenario, that has to be why she wants to tell me. After all this time all of my time and my efforts are finally going to pay off. I've successfully groomed myself a tomboy girlfriend!

I've know Becca since we were both kids. Back then she would play with the boys from time to time, but she still very girly at heart. I knew even back then though that the most superior companion for a man is a tomboy, someone with all the feminine charms of a girl, but who is still just one of the bros. It's the perfect version of women, so that's why I started grooming Becca to becoming one. It was fairly simple I would just suggest things like she should join the track team, and telling her she should keep her hair shorter, and of course making her play outside with me on sunny days to give her a perfectly bronzed tan. All the while I remained her closest confidant while make subtle romantic advances so she'd slowly become obsessed with me. And it seems today it has all finally paid off.

I practically skip to the back of the gym when school is over and wait patiently for Becca. When she arrives she seems shocked that I got her first and there's a slight blush to her face. I take a moment to appreciate the fruits of my labor in front of me. Becca is shorter than me, but I know her body is quite toned and muscular. Her skin is tanned a pleasant brown shade and there are hint of her paler natural skin poking out under her clothes. Her green eyes are sharp like a predator and I've never seen her wear makeup. Her dark brown hair is cut into short messy bob. Becca has a fit figure with nice hips and modest breasts. She has the perfect tomboy charm in every way.

"Oh uh, you're already here," Becca says pulling me back into the moment.

"Of course. I didn't want to make you wait," I say with a charming grin.

I've planned this moment in my head for a while so I know I need to just play it cool until she confesses.

"So uh, I guess you want to know what I wanted to talk about," Becca says crossing her legs nervously.

"Yeah, and why did you want to meet someplace so private?" I ask trying to tease.

"Oh, I just wanted to... I wanted to talk with you alone is all," Becca says looking down.

I smirk to myself and say, "Well I'm all ears."

Becca takes a deep breath for confidence and then starts, "Well uh I wanted to talk to you cause, well you've been my best bro since like forever. We've been through a lot together and well I don't know what I'd do without you."

I grin and reply, "I feel the same way."

Becca gives a nervous smile and continues, "Anyway, lately I've been having these strange thoughts and..." she pauses and I brace myself for her love confession, "I... I think I'm a lesbian!"

Her words ring through me and shatter the paradise I was building inside my mind. A lesbian? No, she's supposed to be my perfect tomboy dream girl. I feel a knot forming in my stomach, but I can't let Becca see my reaction. She did say she 'thinks' she's a lesbian, which means there's still hope.

"Oh wow Becca, I don't know what to say. When did you start to feel this way?"

"Well, I started talking to Alice, the captain of our track team, and well she's always saying how good I look and stuff. It made me feel good to be complimented even if it was by another girl. I think I might like her," Becca starts to explain.

Of course, it was Alice. If that dyke had her way all the girls at this school would be scissor sisters. Alice is a tall girl with a boyish frame and practically no tits. She too has a fit figure you'd expect from an athlete but has no respect for the tomboy lifestyle. She wears her dark hair long in a ponytail, she wears makeup even during track meets, and worse of all she wears enough sunscreen to prevent even the slightest tanning of her skin. Lesbians like Alice are the reason tomboys are nearly extinct, she shows off those long legs of her and tempts loving straight girls away from a righteous path. Now she's set her sights on Alice and that's too much.

I have to convince Becca she's just confused before she is stolen away from me. I think for a moment about just what to say to Becca.