acceptace

"Hi... um... I guess I should tell you how it happened. My name is Jade. Well, I was Jade. Now? I'm just... Jade. But different. So much different."

Jade sits on a plush velvet ottoman, her legs spread slightly in a way that feels completely natural, though she would have found it scandalous months ago. Her hair is platinum blonde now, bleached to a synthetic shine, and her lips are permanently swollen from gloss and constant use. Her eyes once sharp with political conviction are now wide, glassy, and perpetually unfocused.

"I used to think I knew who I was," she giggles, the sound high pitched and hollow. "I had all these thoughts about girls. About wanting something soft, something equal. I was so serious all the time. My brain used to hurt from thinking so much about rights and feelings and... and I don't even remember what those words mean anymore. They feel like heavy stones."

She runs a hand absently over her own hip, her fingers tracing the curve of her newly widened pelvis.

"Then came the... the program. I thought I was being punished at first. When they first brought me to the facility, there were so many of them. So many cocks. Dozens of them. Every day, every hour. It felt like I was drowning in them. For weeks, I couldn't think, couldn't scream, couldn't even remember my own name. They just kept coming. One after another, filling me up, stretching me out, until there was no room left for any of those old, stupid thoughts."

Jade leans forward, a dreamy smile spreading across her face.

"But then something happened. The noise stopped. The pain stopped. And suddenly, there was just... this. This incredible, overwhelming rightness. It was like someone took a hammer to all those complicated knots in my head and just smashed them flat. When the last of those 'lesbian' thoughts finally broke under the weight of them, I didn't feel sad. I felt... light. Like a balloon that finally got untied."

She glances toward the door where a massive man is walking in, his belt already unbuckling. Jade doesn't flinch. She doesn't feel fear. She feels a surge of eager, mindless anticipation.

"I watched other girls go through it," Jade continues, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. "I watched them cry, and scream, and fight. But once they got through the storm? Once they finally got fucked straight? They looked just like me. Happy. Empty. Perfect."

She slides off the ottoman onto her knees before the man. Without being asked, she reaches for his cock, her hands moving with instinctive, practiced grace. She wraps her lips around him, taking him deep into her throat, her eyes rolling back in genuine bliss.

"This is the best fate for us," she mumbles around him, her voice muffled but unmistakably grateful. "We don't have to think anymore. We don't have to worry about love or politics. We just get to be... this. We get to be cocksluts. And honestly? I've never been happier."

She looks up at him, saliva glistening on her chin, her expression one of pure, vacant devotion.

"Thank you for fixing me," she whispers.