Story #2034

When I came out I was terrified. I asked my best friend to go to breakfast, and planned to tell her then. Throughout he meal, I sat there shaking and sweating on the verge of a panic attack at the thought of telling her this secret I had kept hidden for so long. I put it off until we were outside and about to leave, but I told her and she told me nothing changed. Due to her Christianity, I thought she might not accept me, but I couldn’t have been more wrong. Telling her lifted a weight off my shoulders and helped in reducing my panic attacks. (F/16/Lesbian)