A/N: I've turned the tables. This fanfic portrays a world where the "norm" is to be gay, and if you're straight you're an outcast. Babies are commonly test-tube, by the way. Read, and see if this can shed a little more light on how hard it is to be different.
Hello. My name is Rose Taylor. I am heterosexual.
It is very hard to be het in this world -- my mothers are both Christians and believe strongly that being straight is wrong. They say I shall burn in Hell. They say God hates the "sin" of being het. They say I can change. They say I wasn't gay but some other disgusting het dirtied my mind and made me heterosexual. They say that hetero love is "sick" and "sin". They refuse to even call it "love". They just say that it's sin pretending to be love.
Today I went to do some shopping with my boyfriend Adam. We were only holding hands but people gave us disgusted looks and whispered horrible things about us. One woman shielded her child's eyes so he wouldn't be "sickened". We had rocks thrown at us and nobody stopped to help us. They just laughed and called it "justice".
Help, anybody … -Rose.
"Rose, what are you writing?" Julia Taylor asked.
Rose smiled weakly. "Nothing, Mother. Nothing at all." she lied, clenching her fists behind her back as she saw the Bible tract in Julia's hand.
Julia smiled back at her. "I've brought you some tracts to read. Remember to pray to God tonight, for cure of your sickness. He loves you, always remember that, and so do I. He will help you become homosexual if you only ask."
Rose sighed inwardly. "Mother, I have told you -- I was born het. I cannot become gay, like you. I'm sorry but science has proved it."
It was if she had flicked a switch. Julia's expression changed from patient and loving to outraged. "You dare believe science over the word of the Lord?!" she snapped. "He is all-knowing! How dare you? They've corrupted your mind, those filthy heterosexuals, they have! You're turning into an infidel!"
Rose raised her hands pleadingly, "No, Mother, I am simply trying to reason -- I…"
Julia cut her off with a sharp slap across the cheek. "Quiet down, now," she spit. Then her expression softened. "No, child … I mustn't be angry with you …" she sighed. Rose's heart lifted -- did Julia finally understand? But her heart sunk again when she heard Julia's next words. "You're sick, my dear, you don't know what you are saying," Julia kissed Rose's forehead. "Don't worry, my child. God will help you. All you need do is ask."
Rose watched her mother exit her room, and sunk on to her bed, blinking away tears. Nobody would understand. Nobody would take mercy on her. She was lost.