it’s the late 1990s. your parents are angry and have sent you to a homosexual correction camp, to turn you straight. despite you being a cheerleader and insisting you’re not a lesbian, they make you go anwyays.

a batch of kids your age are already there because you’re a day late for the program. the headmistress, mary, greets you and explains how the process works. there’s 5 steps you have to complete before you graduate the camp, all involving trying to turn you heterosexual

there are separate uniforms for the girls and boys, and you have to wear a nightgown for bed. all the girls sleep in one room, and absolutely no inappropriate (homo) behavior is allowed. everyone is generally supportive of each other, and kids definitely break that rule.

as you walk into the room you see a rowdy looking blonde girl on her bed. she’s got rings and a tattoo, and she’s smoking. you learn her name, taylor. she looks you up and down, definitely judging you.

“well, would you look at that. you seem too prim and proper to be here,” she scoffs.