Back in the Campus Lesbian International Trust’s club room, Sheila Warden watched the television monitor with satisfaction. The sight of the writhing mass of gorgeous female bodies sent a thrill of excitement down her spine. “It worked! They all transformed!”
Her second in command, Trina Smith, smiled at her blonde lover and commander. “Yes, Commander. By the time they calm down from their post-transformation frenzy, they will be complete lesbians and loyal to our cause.”
“And we will have more female soldiers fighting for the Campus Lesbian International Trust.”
Trina scratched her head through her thick brown hair. “Don’t you mean CL-”
“No! Don’t you dare say that acronym!”
“We should really just change our name, you know.”
“Ridiculous! It’s been our organization’s name for ten years, and we wear it with pride. Besides, with so many branches scattered worldwide, how would we do it? We can’t very well ask the entire movement to change its name.”
Trina sighed. “Whatever you say, Commander.”
Sheila narrowed her eyes at the brunette but decided to change the subject. “Anyway, in light of this latest success, I say we should move forward with Project FEM. We shouldn‘t have to look at another disgusting male ever again.”
Trina nodded as she picked up a duffel bag from the floor and opened it. “I suppose the council will understand if we get a head start. Should I gather the other members? They’re still out monitoring the present experiment.”
“No. We don’t need them for this. Are we ready to begin?”
“Yes,” said Trina as she held up…
Wed Nov 06 03:45:41 2013