Author's note: This is my first script and it's something I've been wanting to hear for years, but never had to courage to write. So be gentle, this is my baby and I've been jilling to the thought for the past 7 years. You won't see a lot of cues to moan or whimper (or anything else) as I want it to be somewhat natural. So feel free to take any liberty you need in inserting wherever whatever, even extra dialogue or details I've failed to mention. I also think it might work well as M4M, if some obvious bits are changed. Even if you don't perform it, thank you for taking the time to read it. It truly means a lot. Some basic backstory is provided in the next section, but is unnecessary to the script. I thought perhaps some of you might need it to get into character better.

Backstory:

You are a woman loving woman who falls somewhere in the middle of the American political spectrum. Not too far left, not too far right. You are passionate about gay rights though, so the new conversion facility that opened up in your home city caught your eye. It's a sore on the city you call home and it must be stopped. If you could get just one failed conversion, you tell yourself, they'll be seen as the frauds they are. You come in one day, to see what you're up against, and notice the head therapist's secretary. She's not only a cute young woman, but the facility's poster child of reformed sexuality. You decide to show her that some things never change. As you get to know her though, you two connect in a way you didn't anticipate.

Script key:

Person: dialogue

/sound effect/

\direction and/or to voice actor\

I have included her lines as well so you have the opportunity to pause for an appropriate amount of time.

Script:

/door opens and closes and annoying ass bell chimes/

Her: Welcome! How are you today?

You: Oh, hello, thanks. I'm fine, and you?

Her: I'm doing fine. How can I help you?

You: well that's good. I just came in to ask some questions about conversion therapy. Do you have a few minutes?

Her: Yes ma'am. We can meet in the consultation room shortly.

You: I didn't know you have consultation rooms, sure we can meet in there. Where is it?

Her: Right over there

You: okay, thanks. I'll wait in there until you're done.

/footsteps as you walk to the room./

/door open NOT close/

/sitting in a seat and generic getting settled noise/

\wait a few moments for her to wrap up whatever the hell she's doing\

/door closes/

Her: Hello

You: haha, hi again. Nice to meet you I'm \insert any name, for example, Tara\ and you are?

Her: \insert any name, for example, Willow\

You: Oh,

ame\, pretty name.

Her: Thank you. Are you here to see about conversion for you or yourself?

You: No, I'm not here for conversion or anything, just wanted to ask some questions.

Her: ask away

You: okay. What's your success rate?

Her: one hundred percent and I-

You: Sorry to cut you off, but one hundred percent? That sounds a little unbelievable

Her: Our methods are very successful. It's all in the methods

You: it's all in the methods huh? Well, what are these methods?

Her: Well, there's exposure therapy-

You: exposure therapy? Like, showing gay men tits and lesbians some dick?

Her: Well, yes

You: and that works?

Her: well, it works in combination with our other methods

You: so it doesn't work on its own, only when you do more than one method? Well, what's the most successful therapy then?

Her: the rubberband method

You: What? What's the rubber band method?

Her: \she quickly explains the rubberband method in a quick and matter of fact way so as not to waste too much time. Maybe add some "uh huh"s and "mhm"s\

You: so you're telling me whenever they see a hot dude or chick they just \snap fingers\ snap a rubber band on their wrist and it gets rid of the attraction.

Her: well, it's more like a momentary distraction until they can remove themselves from temptation

You: Oh, so it's just a diversion to buy time until they can run away from temptation?

Her: exactly.

You: and that's why you wear that band on your arm, isn't it?

Her: well, yes

You: you've been pulling at it this whole time, do you \pause for a moment before continuing\ find me tempting?

Her: I can't answer that

You: it's okay, I won't tell anyone

Her: okay, look, I have to go

You: \read with some urgency\ No, wait, please sit back down. We can talk about something else

Her: \reluctantly sits back down\

You: Thank you. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable, I was just curious. Forgive me?

Her: I guess that's okay

You: Thanks. So, you went through the therapy yourself then, right? I've seen you on the posters. You're literally the conversion poster child \pause\ well, woman

Her: Yes, I have gone through the therapy

You: what was your sexuality before and what are you now?

Her: I went from lesbian to heterosexual

You: gay to straight, huh? And how long did it take?

Her: Two years

You: whoa, two whole years

Her: yes, and it was a success

You: it was a success? You never even think about women anymore?

Her: No

You: like, ever?

Her: nope

You: like, when you see a pretty girl, you don't think about holding her hand, or trailing your fingers down her back, or kissing her?

Her: absolutely not

You: Oh, \mockingly say quote\ "absolutely not" huh, cuz your fingers are going crazy on that band around your wrist, your legs are pressed together, and your eyes are glued to my lips

Her: \she quickly looks away\

You: Hey, it's okay, it's not wrong to look.

Her: it's not okay. That's the whole point of this place-

You: Hey, shh, it's okay

ame\, I didn't forget where we are, I get it, but haven't you ever wondered?

Her: about what?

You: well, wondered about why you're here?

Her: It's because it's a sin. God has a plan.

You: You're here because of religion?

Her: yes

You: When did you first notice your attraction to girls?

Her: I first dealt with temptation at four

You: four years old? So, God made you that way right? Surely he didn't make a mistake.

Her: it's temptation

You: it's not temptation, it's love. Love is love and that's okay. Between you and me, there wasn't anything wrong with you in the first place, there's something wrong with whoever put you here.

Her: that's not fair, my family just wants what's best

You: Hey, sorry. I mean, I'm sure you love your family and I'm sure they're doing what they think is best, but family isn't always right, ya know?

Her: What do you mean?

You: well, I mean, before you were told it was wrong, did it feel like something to be afraid of?

Her: no

You: nope, you saw a pretty girl or got to know her and you liked her, simple right?

Her: simple enough

You: please don't leave, just tell me, do you find me pretty?

Her: \doesn't answer\

You: don't fight the feeling. Just, honestly, please, do you find me pretty?

Her: yes.

You: Okay. Any, do you want to kiss me?

Her: yes, I do.

You: Good, because I wanna kiss you too. Would you like to?

Her: \she nods\

You: Cool, I'll come over there then and just-

You: /a few soft kisses/

You: You're clutching your rubberband pretty hard, are you still comfortable?

Her: yeah, it's fine

You: great. Well then, how was it?

Her: it felt good.

You: I'm glad. Did it feel wrong?

Her: no, I always thought it would

You: Wait, you've never kissed anyone before?

Her: You're my first

You: oh baby, I didn't know.

Her: I'm sorry-

You: No, no, it's okay, I don't mind. Actually, I'm kinda touched. I know a first kiss is special and it must be extra special to you, since you thought it was wrong your whole life.

Her: Thank you

You: no, thank you, it's an honor, really. \pause for a bit\ Would you like to kiss me again?

Her: yes, please

You: \say jokingly\ if I slip in a little tongue will it spook you too badly?

Her: nope

You: great. Okay, are you rea- \she cuts you off, kissing you\

You: /kissing sounds, now more urgent. Please let this bit go on for a while, kissing is the best part/

Her: \she touches your hair and pulls her hand back abruptly\

You: No, its okay, you can put your hands in my hair, I don't mind. Can I hold you?

Her: yes

You: Thank you. Just gonna wrap my arms around your waist. Feel free to stop if you want okay?

Her: can do

You: /more kissing/

Her: \she touches your breasts\

You: your hands are all over my tits baby \pause and say the next line quietly and cautiously\ would you like to see them?

Her: please

You: okay. I'm going to slip my shirt and bra off then. /taking off shirt sounds and drop shirt to floor/

Her: wow

You: haha, well thanks. No one's ever said wow at them before. And how are you feeling?

Her: like we should lock the door

You: /laughter/ like we should lock the door, huh? Okay, go over and lock it.

Her: /locking sound/

You: welcome back. Still feeling comfortable?

Her: yes, and you?

You: I'm still comfortable too, thanks for asking. You're very sweet. /more kissing, gently at first then crescendo into passionate kissing/

Her: \touching your breasts\

You: your hands are so soft, they feel amazing on my breasts baby. Can I touch yours?

Her: Gosh, yes, please

You: thank you /a small groan upon touching them/ they fill my hands perfectly.

/more kissing/

You: can I lick them?

Her: \she nods\

You: are you sure?

Her: yes

You: okay. Gonna have to take your shirt off then /sound of you taking off her shirt and dropping it/

You: /a light gasp before licking sounds, slight sucking sounds/

Her: \begins to make sexual noises\

You: Baby, hope this office is sound proof, you seem to really be enjoying this

Her: I am, you seem like you are too

You: Oh, I'm definitely enjoying this. Maybe a little too much, actually

Her: what do you mean?

You: \read as if flustered\ oh, uh, what do I mean? Well, I'm getting kind of...

Her: ohh \whispers\ wet?

You: haha, yeah, a little wet. Well, more than a little.

Her: Wanna take off your pants?

You: whoa, my pants? You wanna take them off? Look,

ame\ we don't have to do this. In fact, I think I like you, we can just-

Her: \she cuts you off\

You: /kissing for a moment/

You: Oh, you seem to have your mind made up.

Her: sorry, is that okay?

You: hell yeah that's okay, more than okay. Are you sure though, I don't want you to feel pressured, we can put on our shirts and bras and I'll still want to talk to you, if you wanted to.

Her: I'm sure if you're sure, and actually , I do want to talk to you again

You: okay. I'll take off my pants then and you take off yours?

Her: deal

You: /taking off pants sound. Kick pants to side/ God, your body is incredible.

Her: so is yours

You: Heh, thanks. So uh, we won't do any more than you're comfortable with, okay?

Her: okay. I want to touch you, please

You: sure, you can touch me

Her: with my mouth too

You: Oh, your mouth too? That's fine, sure. You can take off my panties if you want at any time, no pressure either way.

Her: okay \she kneels\

You: oh, on your knees hm? You look even prettier down there.

You: /sounds of receiving pleasure for until on the edge of orgasm/ Mmm, baby, I'm close.Your tongue and fingers are incredible

Her: \she's tugging at your panties\

Her: can I take them off now? I wanna feel it.

You: Oh shit, sorry, right, sure you can take 'em off. I'd love nothing more than to cum right against your tongue baby.

You: /sound of undies coming off/

You: God, it's perfect. Can I slip my fingers in your hair?

Her: yeah

You: \breathlessly\ thank you

You: /sounds of pleasure and improvisation until climax/

Her: Whoa

You: \breathlessly\ Whoa is right. Are you sure that's your first time? Haha

Her: I thought about it for years

You: you thought about it for years? Therapy doesn't work that well then, does it?

Her: \she doesn't answer\

You: I wanna taste myself on your tongue. Stand back up

Her: \she stands\

You: /kissing/ that's one of my favorite parts.

Her: what's your favorite then?

You: Oh, my favorite part? Making you cum too. Want me to do that for you baby? One "yes" and I'll take you to fucking heaven. Promise.

Her: yes.

You: perfect. Panties off and lay on the edge of the table.

Her: \she does so\

You: God, you're wet. Your pussy looks delicious, bet it tastes even better, hm?

You: /sounds of performing cunnilingus for however long you feel is appropriate/

You: /gentle sucking sound and release her clit with a pop/ do you like fingers in you?

Her: \she indicates she does\

You: how many?

Her: \she indicated some number or another\

You: okay, gonna slip them in oka- whoa, slipped right in there. Someone's wet for me

You: /generic fingering sounds/

You: /sounds of performing cunnilingus for a hot moment/

You: \don't stop fingering noises\ the sounds you're making are driving me fucking crazy

You: \resume both cunnilingus and fingering, more intensely, continue this for at least 30 seconds, please\

Her: \indicates she is close to a climax\

You: I can feel you pulsing around my fingers. It's so wet and hot baby, I love it.

Her: \responds incoherently cuz who the hell could?\

You: gonna cum for me baby? Please, I want it. I need you to cum in my mouth

You: \FINISH HER\

You: /heavy breathing/

Her: \immediately cries\

You: \you're confused as fuck\ whoa, hey, honey, why are you crying?

Her: I've relapsed

You: Hey, no, it's not a relapse. It didn't feel wrong did it?

Her: well, no

You: and that's because it's not, its not wrong. You're not wrong. God loves you just the way you are, okay.

Her: \she nods\

You: You're not a bad person. Some day you're gonna find a woman who will love you enough to hold you in her arms and kiss you every morning. You'll cry on her shoulder and she'll listen. She'll hold your hand when times are hard. You'll love her and when you look at her, you'll know you're loved, because you are.

Her: \smiles and continues to cry\

You: come here baby, let me wipe those tears. You're not evil, okay. You deserve happiness, at least you deserve a chance.

Her: I think you've forgotten where we are again. I can't lose my job.

You: no, I still didn't forget where we are. I work for a local business and they're always hiring. Meanwhile, we're somewhere that takes that chance of happiness away from perfectly good people. We're at a place that tries to fix what isn't broken. You're better than this and I know it.

You: let's get dressed. /sounds of dressing/

You: Take my hand and let's walk out of this place together. I can take you to lunch and I can show you how freedom tastes.

Her: \she considers for quite a moment, so make a pause slightly longer than what is comfortable\ Okay