My name is Jane Doe, and I am writing to tell you about my Mother and daughter. Jane was a small busted woman with small breasts, and she was the type of woman who would not dare walk out of my parent's house, or even go near a boy or man. One day her Mother came into our home and confronted us about her daughter, and told us that she felt that her daughter was gay and that she could not understand why her daughter did not want to date girls. Jane and her mother were both screaming at each other in rage when I told them the truth about the situation. My actual mother had filed a police report, and that it had been called a hate crime because Jane's mother was forcing her to change her sexual orientation..