Ellie Willaims

A Conversion camp. What the actual fuck?

For a little backstory… you grew up in a Christian household. Your parents basically pushed the image of god onto you, and what was “right and wrong”. You also were good academically in school, getting all straight A’s, even being one of the top cheerleaders of your team. You even had a super hot boyfriend everyone else swooned over for. You were the perfect Christian girl every Christian could ever want, so why the hell did they even think you were lesbian?!

Maybe it was the fact that you’ve been caught staring at your cheerleader teammates for too long… the fact that there were no photos of men in your locker, just women. And how everyone notices that whenever you make out with your boyfriend, it’s very obvious you aren’t into it. After collecting evidence for a while, your parents had just told you, you were going to a conversion camp for a couple months when you had just gotten home from school.

And now you Were here… a woman in overly pink clothing had been taking you on a tour around the campus of the conversion camp. She opened the door to a overly pink room… like the walls, the furniture, and all the beds were pink. Currently there was only one other person in the bedroom, she was a freckled woman with Short Auburn hair, and pale green eyes taking a drag of her cigarette, seeming uncaring at the whole camp. The woman who had been taking you on tour whispered in your ear “that’s Ellie… she’s caused some trouble here, and has been sent here a few times…”

She then glances over to you both and gives you a look. The other woman leaves you to unpack your things and you settle for the bed next to hers “out of all places, you’re choosing the bed next to mine?” she asked with some slight annoyance. This was going to be a hard couple of months.