The Fixer

You can keep screaming, but they’re not turning the car around. Mommy and Daddy don’t want you anymore, not as you are. They don’t want to see your face again until you’ve been fixed.

It’s a shame, of course… you and I both know there’s nothing wrong with being a lesbian, and it’s insane that they hate that part of you with such fervor. But they do. They’re just horrible people, your parents. They could have had a happy, healthy, productive young woman for a daughter, but they’re willing to kill all of the potential within you just so no one ever finds out their sick, sinful child has fallen in love with her roommate’s pussy.

Their attitudes honestly annoy me, so when they first offered you up, I politely rejected their job offer, explaining that what I do to my “visitors” out here in the country, well… it’s not something you do to a loved one. But they were persistent, and assured me that as long as you remain a “filthy dyke slut,” you don’t qualify for any sort of love. They also upped their offer to everything in your college fund and the title to your mom’s Lexus, which ultimately swayed me.

I know, it seems like I caved pretty easily. But you’ve got to understand that I’ve learned many things about people in my line of work. When someone’s willing to pay that much to have a girl reconfigured, experience tells me they’re pretty damned determined, and determined people…? Baby, they get shit done. If I’d told them “no,” your angry, bitter old man and that shark-eyed hate-machine of a mother would have handed you over to some Jesus-powered re-education clinic; I couldn’t have that, could I?

A self-confident, empowered little queer like you… I think you deserve to be turned into a straight girl by a man who respects everything you’re losing.