I was in the middle of writing Sk8r Grrls Episode 11, but FTS-4 invaded my brain, so, this one first, Sk8r 11 later tonight :) Enjoy, folks!

Jeff took the dishtowel from Emily and started to dry and put away while she was washing and rinsing. Matt had received a call after dinner and rushed out without a word. The two kids worked in silence for a moment before Jeff nervously cleared his throat.
“What's up, Shortround?”
“Ah, Em, have you ever had thoughts about yourself that, well, most people frown on? I mean, like they think it's wrong? Things that preachers give sermons about how wrong it is?”
Emily stopped. She looked over at Jeff. She looked back to the sink of dishes. She swallowed as she plucked the dishtowel from him and dried her hands.
“The dishes will keep,” she said, taking him by the shoulder and turning toward the den.
They sat on the couch, one at each end, facing each other.
Emily blew out a breath, then began.
“I was thinking along those lines just earlier. When my dad took you to do 'guy stuff' and it didn't occur to him that I may want to go. I mean, I like to do all the same stuff you do, don't I? So I started asking myself if I wanted to be a boy... like those transwhatever people on the talk shows? Really, I'm better at any sport but basketball than you. I like fishing, hunting, camping. I'm so stereotypical tomboy that it's almost a joke. But then I started thinking about other things. I like being a girl, too. I like playing with my hair. I like that I can just be in the mood to dress up pretty and no one thinks it's odd. I think what it comes down to being for real is that I hate being treated like I can't do something because I'm a girl. I mean, if you weren't invited to go to a movie because you're a boy, wouldn't that piss you off? And... you didn't mean this to be me confessing my feelings, did you? There was something you wanted to say to me. Or at least ask me about. Right?”
Jeff looked up at her and blushed. Then he nodded and took a big breath. He started shaking and took another big breath. After several more, he looked her in the eyes with tears beginning to run down his cheeks, and finally spilled what he was trying to say... “I think I may be gay.”