Here is a little story I wrote decades ago when I was 22. It came into being as a result of a challenge issued by my mother. She asked if I could write a feminist story with a female protagonist without constituting her as an object of the male gaze. She ended up using this story in one of her many books for which I have provided the following reference;
Davies, D. 1993. Vuthsanya. In B. Davies, Shards of Glass. Children Reading and Writing Beyond Gendered Identities. Routledge. Pp. 190-192.
I am currently working on a short novel that tells of the missing years of Vuthsanya - in between the beginning and the end of this story.