Mya Daene DPW Fiction
Coming Out: Mya 2


Mya was early. She was pretty smart and didn't have to study much before she had the main idea of her lessons, so she took off the afternoon to pamper herself.

When Brent finally arrived, about 20 minutes late, she had already convinced herself he was standing her up and was on the way out the door. But she was wrong. Just as she stood up to leave there was a slight commotion, dishes crashing and people yelling and right in the middle of it, was Brent.

She had to look closely and twice, but she was certain. It was Brent. The only difference about him from this morning was he was about four feet tall, that is, he was seated in an Invacare A-4, the chair of her dreams, and he wasn't using it to get a better angle to tie his shoes.

When he looked up and saw the look on her face, he smiled the biggest, "i knew it' smile she had ever seen. She was positively dumbfounded. When she realized what was happening happening she rushed towards the sceen, making her apoligies and rushed out.

She soon heard him wheeling behind her, laughing. She stopped. "You think this is funny?"

He laughed, "You should have seen your face. You would think it was funny, too."

'You know, what is going on here? You're in a wheelchair? Is this some kind of joke?"

"Do you think you're just a bit overacting? You are drawn to this, Mya. It is written all over you."

Mya looked around selfconciously. "I don't know what you're talking about. And anyway, there is no way I could show up in public in a wheelchair, when everybody who knows me, knows I don't need it! And you were late."

"Hey, I'm sorry about that. I can meet some unforseen challenges on chair night." He stopped her. "Listen, I'm sorry. I still wanna buy you something to eat. Why don't we take a stroll into town?"

Mya took a deep breath. Beyond being hugely embarrased at letting her interest in disability show on her face, she was also relieved to find someone who could maybe understand her for once and who was even using a wheelchair (and not just any wheelchair) boldly, in public places. Needless to say, she was intrigued.

She smiled, "Ok, you can buy me something to eat. But I don't think I want to eat out anymore."

"Alright then, let's go to my apartment. I have a lot to show you."

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