Hiding Your Halo

Chapter Four

WARNING, THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SEXUAL THEMES

I was jerkily ushered onto the prison-bus like vehicle, with the name "Laurens Conversion Camp" on the side. Looks like I've been calling it the wrong thing. Anyways, that's not important. The seats were occupied with a few kids aged 17 to 9. I was shoved into a seat before the bus started moving. The kid I was put next to looked to be no older than 11.

I whispered to them, "Hey, whats your name?"

They replied just as quiet, "My name is Wes."

"Why are you here," I asked.

"My parents think that God makes no mistakes, and told me I was wrong for wanting to change genders."

I gasped, "That's terrible to do that to a kid so young."

Wes nodded, "I'm nine. What did you do to get here?"

"I came out as panromantic, asexual, and agender. My parents told me having such a weird kid would ruin their reputation so they sent me here as soon as they could. I came out yesterday."

Wes looked at me with a puzzled look on his face. "Oh lemme tell you what that means. Panromantic means that I have romantic attraction to all genders, or lack thereof. Asexual means I have no sexual attraction to anybody. Agender means I don't identify with a gender."

"I see...  I know more about this subject than most kids my age don't I." Wes said.

"Yeah, you probably-" I began before being interrupted by the bus stopping with a jolt.

We were all put into our cabins and introduced to our "counselor". I didn't see Wes again, and I still hope he's alright.

Later that day, we were brought to our first session. The counselor's name was Herold, but we had to call him sir.

"Alright. Today we will be separating into groups based on what your sin is."

He made three groups in total, one with three gays, one with four bisexuals, and one with one asexual- me. Two other counselors took the other two groups away, while I was stuck with him.

"Alright," he barked, "here's what we will do to get you to understand that it's not okay to block God's will!"

"How am I blocking God's will, sir?" I asked.

"Because God created us to procreate! And if you refuse to then you are against God! Your parents wanted a better life for you!" he continued, "We will get you to realize your errors by showing you examples of the proper behavior."

He tied me down in a chair and made me wear these horribly thin clothes. I realized it was so he could make sure I was "following along" and by that, he meant I was getting aroused. He put on a  slideshow of barely dressed men, and left the room. Every time I didn't show a sign of arousal, I got given an electric shock. It was torture. Once he finally let up, I got to go to the eating hall. I ate dinner and was shoved back to the cabin, where I needed to go to bed. Next morning, I was woken up, given clothes to wear, taken to the eating hall, taken to the "torture room" for the entire day, and then taken to dinner then bed. This went on for several weeks, until I finally got the perfect opportunity to strike.