Morgan's Law

Morgan Horne was the quintessential Alpha Bitch of the school (and yes, the title warranted capitalization). With gorgeous brunette locks, killer tits and ass that made even the head cheerleader jealous, and always dressed in the latest and priciest clothes, Morgan had the looks to stay on the top of the social hierarchy of Desnut High School. The fact that she was from one of the richest families in town and was dating one of the hottest boys at school was just icing on the cake. But Morgan Horne had a secret urge, one that despite years of being told it was sinful and unclean she had a hard time resisting ever since getting a taste of it at Sylvia DeVerde's house a few years back. And for some reason, today her cravings were particularly bad.

Looking around to make sure no one else was watching her, Morgan reached into the back of her locker and grabbed the unmarked bag containing her secret stash. Popping open the bag, she took a whiff of the meat within before taking out a strip and putting it in her mouth, letting out a hum of satisfaction at the taste.

God, her parents would kill her if they found out she was eating bacon jerky at school. Not only were they Jewish, her mother was a staunch vegetarian and her father was a cardiologist. From a young age, Morgan had been pushed by her parents to maintain healthy eating habits and to avoid anything overly fatty or salty. But Morgan couldn't help herself: she loved the taste of bacon more than any other food in the world, and the forbidden nature of it gave her an obsession with it that most people would probably find unsettling. She would leave for school early just so she could have bacon for breakfast at a local deli, paying with cash so that the purchase wouldn't show up on her credit card bill. Whenever she slept over at a trusted friend's house, she insisted that they had bacon, either that night or the next morning. She even had a pair of those novelty bacon-themed panties that she wore whenever she wasn't wearing a skirt that could reveal them accidentally. And of course, she had stashes of the stuff hidden throughout the school for her to snack on when she was feeling peckish.

Were the lengths she went to in order to hide her bacon love a little ****? Perhaps. But Morgan didn't want her reputation at this school to be that of a bacon fiend, even if her parents would probably be the only ones who would actually care. Besides, half the fun of indulging her vice was finding new ways to indulge it in secret.

"HORNE!"

Morgan nearly choked in shock at her name being called. She quickly shoved the bag into the back of her locker and slammed it shut. She turned to see Coach Sullivan, a stern thirty-something woman with a ponytail of orange hair, looking at her from the locker room door. The girl gulped down her mouthful of bacon and said with a slight cough, "Yes, Coach?"

"You're wanted up at the principal's office," the older woman said.

"What? Why?" Morgan asked defensively.

"I don't know, I just got this note," Coach replied, holding up a yellow slip of paper, "The principal needs to discuss something with you immediately. So take this and get going."

Morgan had no idea what to expect when she entered the principal's office, but even she was surprised to see that her boyfriend Hunter was also there. He looked what Morgan felt: confused and a little nervous. Behind her desk, Principal Geller sat, looking rather intimidating despite being the shortest person in the room. She had a neutral expression on her face that gave no hint as to what was going on.

"Ah, Morgan," Principal Geller said, gesturing to the empty chair next to Hunter, "Take a seat."

Morgan followed the principal's instruction, then asked, "What's going on? Am I in trouble?"

"No no, nothing like that," the principal reassured her, before saying with a frown, "This is a... special situation. A new law has just been passed, and it directly involves you and your boyfriend. Are you aware of it yet?"

Morgan blinked. Then blinked again. Then said, "Um, no? What are you talking about?"

"Here, maybe this will clear things up," Principal Geller said, picking a piece of paper up off her desk, "It was faxed to me less than an hour ago."

She cleared her throat, then read, "'Morgan Horne has to be a...'" She paused for a moment, then continued with slight hesitation, "'...lesbian.'"

Morgan just sat in stunned silence for several seconds. Then she said, "You've got to be joking. It can't really say that."

"Well, they use a more.... colorful word than lesbian in the official ruling," the principal said awkwardly, "But I thought it was a joke too at first. Then I called everywhere I could think of, and they all confirmed that it was legitimate. See for yourself."

She slid the paper across the desk to Morgan, who snatched it up and looked it over. At the very top was the Presidential Seal, and right underneath it, in black and white, was the sentence 'Morgan Horne has to be a dyke.' And at the bottom of the paper, numerous signatures, including...

"The President signed off on this?" Morgan exclaimed in disbelief.

"I could hardly believe it myself," Principal Geller said, "But I called the White House, and they confirmed that he personally approved the law. No one knows who exactly submitted it, but it was passed in a unanimous vote. So it's binding."

"This can't be legal," Morgan said, "My parents will sue! They'll..."

"Your parents are the ones who brought this to my attention," Principal Geller interrupted, "They aren't too crazy about it either, but according to your lawyer there's nothing you can do, and they will be doing their best to ensure you comply with it. I'm sorry."

Morgan set down the paper in shock. After several seconds, she asked, "So... what does this mean, exactly?"

"And what does any of this have to do with me?" Hunter asked, speaking up for the first time since Morgan arrived.

"Well, to put it simply, you are a lesbian now Morgan," the principal said, folding her hands together, "Which means you can't have a boyfriend anymore. So I'm going to have to ask you two to break up."

"Oh, you have got to be kidding me," Morgan groaned.

"I'm afraid you have ****," Principal Geller replied, "Shall I read the relevant section of the new law?"

"No, no, no. No need for that," Morgan said, not wanting to hear something like that right now, "I'll do it, okay? We'll break up."

Hunter frowned, but gave a pitiful nod in agreement, "Yeah."

"Alright, good," Principal Geller said, "Hunter, you can go back to class. There's one more matter I have to discuss with Morgan, and I think she would prefer if we did so in private."

Hunter stood up and made his way to the door. Just before he left, he gave one last forlorn look at Morgan, a girl now forever out of his reach.

Once he was gone, Principal Geller cleared her throat and told Morgan, "Now there's the issue of your... situation. It's not enough for you to simply say you're a lesbian. The law is very clear: you have to actually be one, or at least play the part."

"How the hell am I supposed to do that?" the brunette teen asked in exasperation.

"Well, there's a lot of legalese involved," the principal replied, looking at the paper again, "But to put it simply, you are required by law to do one of two things by the end of today to prove you are now a lesbian. You must either find a girl willing to date you, and perform at least one public display of affection with her, or..."

She coughed, and her face turned red, "You must have a confirmed... er, 'sexual experience' with another girl."

Morgan's jaw dropped. It took her a couple of seconds to recover, and when she did all she could stammer was, "Wh-What?"

"That's what it says," Principal Geller said, "If you do not regularly engage in lesbian activities, refuse to show sexual interest in women at least once a day, or are caught having any kind romantic or sexual relations with a boy, you will be subject to legal prosecution. Which depending on severity, could be anything from a fine to jail time to even rehabilitation, which is exactly what you think it is in this context. All of this also extends to your... er, pornographic indulgences, by the way."

Morgan gulped, the severity of the situation finally crashing down on her. She asked in a low voice, "Um, h-how long do I have to keep this up for?"

"Indefinitely," the principal stated simply, "Your only hope is if the law gets repealed, but honestly I would not count on that happening anytime soon."

"O-Okay, I get it," Morgan said, "I'll... try to get a girlfriend before the end of school."

"Good," Principal Geller said, leaning back in her chair, "You can go back to class now. I'll be making an announcement detailing the situation once you leave, so everyone should know what to expect from you by the time you make your way there. And once more, I'm really sorry about all this Morgan."

"Yeah, me too..." Morgan muttered, getting up and leaving the office.

True to her word, the moment Morgan left the office, the intercom squawked to life, and Principal Geller started detailing the new law for the entire school to hear. Morgan felt her face grow hotter than she thought it ever could as she heard the principal detailing exactly what the most popular girl in school is expected to do with another girl by the end of the day, and for the foreseeable future. She wasn't sure what kind of reaction she was going to get from her friends from this, but she hoped they would be understanding of the situation she was now in. And if not, that they would be at least be merciful with their teasing.

Morgan frowned, then made a slight detour to her hall locker on the way back to class. She opened it up, then reached for the stash of bacon she kept in the back. She popped the Ziploc bag open and grabbed a handful of the delicious meat to stuff in her mouth. She usually didn't indulge herself twice in one hour like this, and never so brazenly, but given the circumstances she needed a bit of comfort food.