Summary: She stands by the fact that she's not a lesbian. Nevertheless, here she is, forced into a summer of homosexual rehabilitation.
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An Introduction
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Before anything more is said, one thing needs to be made abundantly clear: I am not gay. So when my parents surprised me at school and threw me in the back of their juice truck for a so-called "intervention", I was a bit caught off guard. I have never even thought about a woman in a sexual way but apparently I've been giving off lesbian vibes for quite some time now.
"Karma, we are concerned.." My father spouted off. "Your mother and I feel as if you are doing this to spite us." He reached over for my mother's hand.
"Uh, what am I doing?"
My mother, Molly, shook her head. "You know how we support the gay community."
"Okay?"
"And you know we love you for who you are, sweetie."
"I'm so lost." I rolled my eyes. "What the fuck are you guys trying to say?"
My father intervened, "We know you like girls."
"What?"
"Karma, baby, we know you're a lesbian.."
I cut my mother off before she could continue. "I'm not gay." I stood up, feeling the need to defend myself. "I don't know who put this idea in your head but I'm not gay."
"You don't have to hide it from us anymore. We want to help you."
"Help me with what? My non-gayness?" I chuckled. This has to be a fucking joke. "And even if I was, you attend human rights campaigns. So.."
"So it's different when it's our daughter." My father continued on, "You're our baby girl. We just want the best for you."
"Basically you're a hypocrite. It's okay for someone else's daughter but not yours."
My mother burst into tears, "She's finally admitting it."
"No, I'm not." I sighed, "I'm not a lesbian. I don't even like looking at my own vagina."
"That's enough!" Father yelled. In all my sixteen and a half years, I've never heard my father raise his voice. It sort of put me in my place. "We are going to get you the best help there is."
My ears perked up, "What do you mean? What kind of help?"
"There's a place that deals with this."
"You're kidding me, right?"
My mother seemed inconsolable. So my father continued, "No. I'm not. Karma, we are getting you the help you need. They promised to bring you back to us."
And that was it.
By morning I was standing in front of a brightly colored neon pink door. A sign hung from it, Good Intentions. I rolled my eyes at the sight of it. I honestly had no idea these types of places existed, never mind me even attending one.
A place claiming to cure homosexuality.
I'm not even gay.
Fuck it. If anything, this should prove to be one entertaining summer.
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A/N: Hey guys! So, I've been toying around with this idea for quite some time. Let me know if it's worth continuing. Thank you!
