Guaranteed Cure

Author's note: This is another example of what happens when I let my darker side out to play. You have been warned ...

The ad said “Guaranteed cure for homosexuality”

And I really needed a cure ...

I had been a good kid, raised in a Christian home, but somehow, I had found myself looking at other guys, and more than anything else, I wanted to be ... normal.

By the time I was twenty I had tried everything I could think of, and nothing had worked. I was right at the point my desperation consumed my every waking moment.

So I went to the address mentioned.

And hoped.

I was met at the reception desk by a pretty girl that I wished I could be attracted to, and after a long wait, I was ushered into a small office where a man took my information.

The questions were personal, intense, and intrusive, but after an hour, the man said to me, “You will make a good candidate. Come with me, and I’ll take you to phase one.”

I followed him into another room, and after we had been waiting for a while, a young woman was ushered into the room by another staff member.

She was introduced to me as Vikki Morris, and we were told to basically share our life stories with each other.

So for the next hour or so, we traded stories back and forth, although I think the small amount of alcohol we were given helped ...

Then a staffer came in, and said, “Okay, that will do for now. I think the two of you are ready for phase two.”

I shrugged, and got up to follow her, with Vikki behind me.

The staffer took us into a room with two chairs that reminded me of dentist chairs, except there were more straps on them.

“What’s this?” I asked, and Vikki said “Yeah, what’s the deal?”

“This is phase two. By the time you both leave this room, you’ll both be hetrosexual.”

I was a little scared, but I was desperate, so I climbed into one of the chairs, and they strapped me in.

Vikki shrugged, and did the same.

“The straps are just so you don’t move at the wrong moment and hurt yourself. It shouldn’t take long, and it wont hurt ...much.” the staffer said.

Then they pulled the switch, and my brain felt like it was being turned inside out.

And then it stopped.

I opened my eyes, and at first I thought I was hallucinating, or they had somehow stuck a mirror between me and Vikki.

Because I saw myself.

I watched my body open its eyes, and look at me, and scream.

Then I looked down

I was in Vikki’s body ...

I screamed myself ...

****

Eventually, we calmed down, and they let us go pick up our new lives as each other. Without a lot else to hold on to, we held on to each other, and eventually, we became a couple.

So I guess they did exactly as advertised. Since I like boys, and she likes girls, we’re effectively hetrosexual now ...

End.