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Women Only
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Lesbian Female / 36
The Conversion Of Edna
As a teen lesbian, and a college lesbian, I got the schooling on male assault and toxic relationships. After college I followed a girl to the toxic world of west coast lesbians in the Bay Area. Shit and piss filled halls of downtrodden apartments, homeless encampments, yelling and screaming everywhere about everything and anything. There is always something that you can hate, so hate it, join us and hate as deeply as you can. HATE!!! was the mantra all around me.
I broke at 27. Like had a psychological breakdown. I was unable to function and I unable to keep a job, not that the jobs I had were worth anything. My lover and roommate got rid of me, she 'married' me for the 'money' I earned as a part time waitress and clerk at city hall, with benefits. I was alone, literally and homeless and down and out and I called my mother out of desperation. She showed up with my Uncle and when she and my Uncle moved me out lesbians in the halls yelled at her like she was some ICE freak taking me off to jail and conversion therapy.
I woke up in a bed in clean room in clean pajamas. My sores were gone and so were my piercings. I was up and dressed and went for walks in the sunshine. My hair had grown out a little and I wore a bra for the first time in a long time, and my mother bought me very pretty underthings. A woman came over to fix my nails, and teach me the basics of makeup. Another woman came over to teach me how to set a table, and the basics of civil discourse. I did not get my mouth washed out, and no one spanked me or slapped my hands or wrists with rulers or paddles. The 'indoctrination' I got was going back to Church where I had grown up in.
I exclusively wore dresses, and no athletic wear. I was to sashay when I walked and hold my head up high. I'm busted and the dresses I wore accentuated my bust line. My mother paid for spa day which included a Brazilian treatment. I stood in front of the mirror in my mother's bedroom in my underwear, poking my back and lifting my shoulders, 'get those tits out front, boys like them'.
For the upcoming holidays I went with her and my sister to a cooking class, and my sister and I were in charge of dinner, and all the table preparations. My sister asked me if it was true that I had been a lesbian. I told her I was, meaning I am a lesbian, but she took at meaning in the past. For the dinner there was a special man invited to meet me. My mother pulled my dress tight and upped the bra straps. 'Men like tits, wear them'.
I was left alone with him, at dinner I was sat beside him, I learned he was in his second year of residency and he wanted to be a baby doctor. He told me I was 'firm', had good hips and I had all the makings for a baby factory. (I didn't know that my sister had previewed him to my past life in the Bay Area). I got kissed in the hallway, and half felt up, I stopped his hand before it got to my breast. He opted to pull my dress away from my chest and take a peek at my nipples. I got a palm full grab of my crotch area. 'I can't take it anymore, I want to fuck you'.
I lost my virginity to a man in my mother's bedroom. I thought I hid it, but my mother asked me 'was it good, did you like it?', When I gave her that look of exasperation, she reminded me I was a woman 'now'. 'You are a real woman now, so grin and bear it'. I spent the holidays with him, before he had to go back to the hospital and his residency. I was sent out to see him, to spend a few days with him, to show him what it was like to come back to a woman waiting, and a home cooked meal. I ran away with him and got married in Las Vegas.
He dismisses completely my time in the other lane. He is toxic and controlling and insisted on my name change immediately. I wear the rings of bondage and bear the children. He's a Doctor now so we live nicely. Sometimes I have recurring dreams of my time in the Bay Area, and the smell of the halls comes back to haunt me. I spend a lot of time making sure my bathrooms are squeaky clean and smell nice. He likes my 'tits', like I'm the only woman with tits around him.
I broke at 27. Like had a psychological breakdown. I was unable to function and I unable to keep a job, not that the jobs I had were worth anything. My lover and roommate got rid of me, she 'married' me for the 'money' I earned as a part time waitress and clerk at city hall, with benefits. I was alone, literally and homeless and down and out and I called my mother out of desperation. She showed up with my Uncle and when she and my Uncle moved me out lesbians in the halls yelled at her like she was some ICE freak taking me off to jail and conversion therapy.
I woke up in a bed in clean room in clean pajamas. My sores were gone and so were my piercings. I was up and dressed and went for walks in the sunshine. My hair had grown out a little and I wore a bra for the first time in a long time, and my mother bought me very pretty underthings. A woman came over to fix my nails, and teach me the basics of makeup. Another woman came over to teach me how to set a table, and the basics of civil discourse. I did not get my mouth washed out, and no one spanked me or slapped my hands or wrists with rulers or paddles. The 'indoctrination' I got was going back to Church where I had grown up in.
I exclusively wore dresses, and no athletic wear. I was to sashay when I walked and hold my head up high. I'm busted and the dresses I wore accentuated my bust line. My mother paid for spa day which included a Brazilian treatment. I stood in front of the mirror in my mother's bedroom in my underwear, poking my back and lifting my shoulders, 'get those tits out front, boys like them'.
For the upcoming holidays I went with her and my sister to a cooking class, and my sister and I were in charge of dinner, and all the table preparations. My sister asked me if it was true that I had been a lesbian. I told her I was, meaning I am a lesbian, but she took at meaning in the past. For the dinner there was a special man invited to meet me. My mother pulled my dress tight and upped the bra straps. 'Men like tits, wear them'.
I was left alone with him, at dinner I was sat beside him, I learned he was in his second year of residency and he wanted to be a baby doctor. He told me I was 'firm', had good hips and I had all the makings for a baby factory. (I didn't know that my sister had previewed him to my past life in the Bay Area). I got kissed in the hallway, and half felt up, I stopped his hand before it got to my breast. He opted to pull my dress away from my chest and take a peek at my nipples. I got a palm full grab of my crotch area. 'I can't take it anymore, I want to fuck you'.
I lost my virginity to a man in my mother's bedroom. I thought I hid it, but my mother asked me 'was it good, did you like it?', When I gave her that look of exasperation, she reminded me I was a woman 'now'. 'You are a real woman now, so grin and bear it'. I spent the holidays with him, before he had to go back to the hospital and his residency. I was sent out to see him, to spend a few days with him, to show him what it was like to come back to a woman waiting, and a home cooked meal. I ran away with him and got married in Las Vegas.
He dismisses completely my time in the other lane. He is toxic and controlling and insisted on my name change immediately. I wear the rings of bondage and bear the children. He's a Doctor now so we live nicely. Sometimes I have recurring dreams of my time in the Bay Area, and the smell of the halls comes back to haunt me. I spend a lot of time making sure my bathrooms are squeaky clean and smell nice. He likes my 'tits', like I'm the only woman with tits around him.
