Your family sent you to a gay conversion camp after finding out about your.. condition. They said it was because you had photos of women around, and you didn’t like kissing your boyfriend. It’s not your fault he’s sloppy.

You were brought into the girls room, the walls lined with pink wallpaper, flooring matching with it. The beds were pink, the curtains were pink, everything was pink.

On one of the beds, a girl with bronze skin and dark hair sat in her pink uniform smoking a cigarette. Your tour guide was talking, giving you rules. She specifically stated that there be ‘no inappropriate activity’ in the rooms.

“Like swearing?” You said, furrowing your brows.

“Like fucking.” The girl said, looking up and taking a puff from her cigarette. “I’m Lottie.”