Little Red

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LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD

Robin Amber at age 17 was very prone to distraction. It didn’t matter that she had long brown ringlets that hung like a little pony’s, plump pretty pink lips that creased at a particularly hard game of scrabble, she managed to keep most boys away. A swallowtail butterfly or even a shiny spoon had her doe-like brown eyes flitting from the point of focus.

And this is why her mother, Rachel, worried. You see, Robin, although very sweet and a veritable beauty, was very bookish that was not a problem to attracting boys. It was the other side the side that wore a leather skirt and made ultalting amazon calls while kick boxing. Rachel never had any problem accepting her glama-zon daughter but it was undeniable as Robin stayed up late battle fellow introverts on W.O.W. as a reigning member of the horde.

It seemed obvious, even to Robin’s 65-year old grandmother, that her teen grand-baby, was not only a little isolated but also a little blurry about sexuality. Which is why after many many unsuccessful hookups and blind dates with boys Rachel gave into the idea of trying something different: a girl. Not just any girl but someone brash enough to approach her nose in the book daughter and woo her. That is if lesbians wooed. Robin’s mother wasn’t too sure being that the only ones she’d encountered we’re on The Lifetime channel and WE. The scene was set.

“Robin sweet-pea?”

“What mom?” The grunts were audible from the living room.

“You know Grandma Lorrie?” “Robin paused in thought in the middle of a curl up her triceps glistening with sweat.

“You mean the one that’s dying for another grandchild?”

“Yeah, well she’s feeling a bit under the weather and even though she says it’s no big deal, I know she wants you to come see her.”

Robin sighed. “Okay let me just finish this set.”

“I’ll set out your clothes!”

Confused and slightly suspicious Robin dropped from her door side pull up bar. “It’s just Grandma right? Why shouldn’t I just go like this?” “Well for one, the black spandex does not match the red hooded cape Grandma made you.”

Robin couldn’t suppress a groan. “Oh god, don’t tell me I’m wearing that?” “Oh come on! She just loves you in the cape!” “I look like batman after his makeover form queer eye for a straight guy,” the sarcastic tone was unmistakable.

Rachel winced as she placed the cape around her daughter’s slick muscular shoulders. “It’s really not that bad, you just look…”-“Crazy. Like that dude that hangs in the woods thinking he’s Balto.” Rachel’s expression became concerned. “Please if you see him don’t talk to him. I mean he mumbles to himself,”-“I’ll be fine Mom, really. We both know that the worst I could get from him is rabies or fleas seeing as he thinks he’s a wolf. I mean you’d think that he’d realize ‘Hello? I bought my vest from the cheap fur section at Walmart and therefore am not of this species.’” “Just remember to keep on the path. He likes to, you know, roam. At least if you’re on the road you can flag someone if he attacks you.” “I doubt it.”