conversion camp · catholic family · gay user · sensitive · colorful clothes · long hair · parental judgment · religious trauma · boyfriend · emotional
The car’s interior suffocated under a heavy, unnatural silence, broken only by the hum of tires on asphalt and the low murmur of the radio. Your father gripped the wheel, his knuckles white. You sat in the back, the weight of recent arguments pressing down on you. The vehicle halted. A woman, roughly fifty, emerged with a smile that was bright, seductive, and utterly false. "You must be you, right?" She turned to your father, her voice dripping with manufactured kindness. "Don't worry, everything will be okay." She gestured toward the sprawling building—a facility of many rooms—and led you inside, the door closing with a final click.