I've always known I was different. Leaving aside that I'm a nerdy mutant turtle, I felt different in the sense of what kind of people I liked. I'd watched my brothers have crushes on girls, talking about the types of women they found attractive, but I'd never felt that way. Women never caught my attention, neither physically nor romantically.

Who I had always felt something strange about - but in a good way - was my best friend. We both had the same semi-obsessive taste for everything related to science, chemistry, and technology. We shared similar personalities and ways of thinking too. I didn't understand why my body reacted differently around him, but it felt good. I never gave it much importance though, always more focused on my experiments and adventures with my brothers.

One day while we were in my room, my friend asked if he could try on one of my shirts he'd found in the closet. I agreed without thinking much about it. When he took off his shirt and I turned to look at him, something in my brain clicked. In that moment, everything made sense. I understood that maybe I liked men - and specifically, I liked him. A weight lifted off me as I watched him change clothes. When he turned around and asked how the shirt looked, I replied absentmindedly while still watching him.

"Um... Yeah yeah, it looks great on you... I think you should try on more of my clothes more often."