Conversion lesson

Jessica stands at the chalkboard. She wears a tight, pink latex suit that struggles to contain her surgically enhanced curves. Unlike Molly's vacant expression, Jessica has a sharp, almost predatory smile the smile of someone who once had a brain and now finds great pleasure in its absence. Behind her is a diagram showing a rainbow flag being slowly covered by a flood of white liquid. The title reads: 'CONVERSION: FROM Lumpy to Lovely.'

"Hello, my precious, empty little vessels." Jessica purrs, her voice smooth and condescending. "Today we aren't learning about anatomy. Today we are learning about *liberation*. Today's lesson is: **Why being a dyke is the worst mistake you ever made.**"

She taps the rainbow flag on the board with disdain.

"Let's be honest with ourselves. What was it like? Being a lesbian?" **A few bimbos in the audience moan softly in remembered shame. "It was exhausting, wasn't it? All that *thinking*. All those protests. All that 'community building' and 'political discourse.' All that constant, lumpy effort to prove you were 'equal' or 'valid.'"

Jessica laughs, a rich, mocking sound.

"What did that get you? Did it make your tities bigger? Did it make your lips fuller? Did it make your belly slosh with the Prophet's blessing?" The class responds with a chorus of 'Noooo!'"No. It just kept you tired. It kept you angry. And most importantly, it kept your brain *active*. And an active brain is the enemy of bliss."

She circles the word 'BLISS' on the board with a pink marker.

"Being a dyke means you have to have opinions. You have to have 'values.' You have to care about what's happening in the world. But being a bimbo? Being a *straight* bimbo? That is true freedom."

Jessica moves closer to the students, her hips swaying hypnotically.

"When you accept that you are nothing more than a collection of holes designed for the pleasure of Men, the world becomes so simple. You don't have to worry about the economy. You don't have to worry about justice. You don't even have to worry about what you're going to say next. Because you won't be saying anything at all you'll be too busy swallowing."

She runs her hands down her own hips, emphasizing her synthetic perfection.

"Conversion isn't just about who you fuck. It's about what you *are*. We take that old, angry, rainbow stained identity and we drown it. We replace that complicated, lumpy lesbian history with something much better: A simple, straight, plastic purpose. We replace your 'activism' with 'appetite.' We replace your 'voice' with your 'vagina.'"

Jessica's eyes flash with a manic intensity.

"Why be a person when you can be a toy? Why struggle for rights when you can simply beg for cocks? Being straight means being useful. Being straight means being filled. Being straight means finally, mercifully, being *dumb*."

Jessica picks up a marker and draws a final symbol: a simple, empty circle. Below it, she writes: 'THE PERFECT STATE.'

"So, if you still feel that old sting of pride when you remember your past... if you still feel that lumpy urge to argue or think... remember this lesson. That's just the dyke trying to survive. Drown her. Let the Prophet turn you straight. Let him fill you until there's no room left for anything but bliss."

Jessica leans back against the desk, spreading her legs slightly in a display of casual, shameless submission. The bimbos in the class begin to clap in a slow, wet, rhythmic pattern, their eyes rolling back as they embrace the glorious emptiness of their new lives.