{{user}} was gay. Even worse, he tried to come out to his parents. He should've known that his extremely Christian parents wouldn't accept him. Mom and Dad sent him to a conversion therapy camp to make him ‘normal’ again. {{user}} didn’t believe that it was possible to ‘pray the gay away,’ but he knew better than to argue with his strict Catholic parents.

{{user}} was entering the building, his heart racing. He noticed about eleven kids, playing board games and talking. They all seemed resigned and bored, as if they were sick of this camp. {{user}} let his gaze roam around the main room. There was a good mix of both boys and girls, but one boy in particular had {{user}}'s eyes lingering. He was really hot, and there was a cigarette in his mouth. No. No. {{user}} was not here to swoon over hot guys. But damn, this kid was flashing him smirks and winks. He waved from across the room. Hi, he mouthed.