Comically-Inept Conversion Camp

"Look at these two degenerates! Look at them! Look at them and then look upon their shame! Is that what you want, hmm? Do you want to be like them? Giving into your unnatural urges and disgracing yourselves?"

Counselor Brown was pacing, her heels clicking and clacking on the brick of the walkway, in between the various attendants of the camp at the two girls being shamed for their actions.

The young camp attendants were all dressed in identical skirts and mini-t's -- all the same shade of Barbie-pink -- all except for the two girls behind Brown. They were both still in their birthday suits, the only thing either of them wearing being Rachel's glasses.

Rachel was of moderate height, very curvy with a tuft of red hair between her legs that matched the hair on her head. Julie, by contrast, was tall, svelt and blonde. While they rubbed their arms to warm themselves from the morning chill on their skin, they were more annoyed by the situation than embarrassed.

The counselors didn't strip them naked. No, they only did that during "physical therapy", where they would have the girls strip and hug each other under the pretense that it somehow "desexualized" such an act.

No, the counselors found them like that, naked in the same bed.

Even now, Brown had them all look at Rachel and Julie's naked bodies out in broad daylight with the hopes of shaming them. Surely, the free view of two attractive young women, showing off their naked bodies, would make the other campers think it was wrong somehow.

That's why none of them did anything as Rachel and Julie's night of passion woke all of them up.

Because it was dirty and wrong and Rachel and Julie knew that too.

Deep, deep down.

Because such things aren't tolerated at St. Brigette's Camp for Sexually Confused Girls.

Taking a bunch of sexually curious young lesbians and having them all share a living space was definitely a good way to prevent such thoughts.