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Miss Evelyn, the sisters have notified me of your continued disregard of our

school dress code.

Explain yourself.

It's bullshit, Father.

I mean, I've got the dress on. I've got the dress code on.

I've got the shirt.

I've got the hat.

I've got the pants. I've got everything.

Everything except for the form that was prescribed for the young women here at

the institution.

Pants, Malia.

Have you no respect for the distinction that the Lord made in his creation?

Jesus wore a dress. Why can't I wear pants?

Your unladylike behavior reveals a deeper sickness.

Your rejection of the delicate, beautiful vessel.

That God created for you is unacceptable.

This ends now. Come here.

I have a proper skirt for you.

Show off the proper form, the feminine, that the God created.

What?

No, I'm not changing.

Malia, please.

Can't have you walking around the school dressed as a boy.

It's going to send mixed signals to the new students.

You must suck for them.

What are you doing?

No. Malia, please.

I don't want to change.

Malia, do I need to remind you that this is one of the top schools in our

country? It's that for a reason.

And do I also need to remind you where your grades are at this point?

We are your only hope for a future.

No other school will accept you with your grades the way they are.

Okay? If you do not cooperate, I will have no other choice than to expel you.

Are you serious? Over pants?

Over uncooperating with authority.

But I don't want to wear a skirt.

It's not about what you want to wear.

Guess I don't get expelled.

You know how Jesus washed the feet of his disciples, correct?

I mean, we're starting to learn about it.

Well, it showed an intense love that he had for his followers.

Jesus

washed

the feet of his disciples.

It showed his...

pure love for the people.

Father, this is a little weird.

It will all be fine, my child.

I am about to cleanse your feet and your legs in order to cleanse that

attitude out of your soul.

The scent of your flesh is a holy offering.

I've now finished cleansing your body, child.

I now must clothe you properly.

That's right.

A beautiful, soft,

curved, feminine body that the Lord has created in His

image.

I have a proper skirt for you.

This is appropriate for the institution?

I guess.

I need to make sure this is the proper length.

It needs to be two inches above the knee.

What is that I smell?

Nothing.

Breathe.

Exhale, child.

Is that cigarette smoke that I smell?

No.

That is the devil's scent.

Okay, now.

We got the proper skirt on you now, child.

I must finish the wardrobe.

That is appropriate.

I believe our little conversation has forth come.

Grab your clothes.

First, there must be some punishment from the Lord.

You may now go about your day, child.

He's a fucking weirdo.

Amen.

So, Father, what are you doing here?

The Lord is concerned, my child.

And I'm concerned.

You weren't at school today.

I tried to wear these clothes.

It feels weird.

Well, looks like your shame runs much more deeper than just a simple outfit.

Come here. We must face this.

Confess to me, my dear.

Why do you wage war against the vessel that God gifted you?

Father, I'm not ashamed of being a woman. It's just, it feels weird looking

in the mirror and...

Seeing curves that I didn't have before and boys are starting to look at me

differently.

I don't know.

Eve was not an afterthought.

She was the crescendo of creation.

God created every valley, every peak of the woman form for glory.

I feel like the more you allow it, the less you'll be inclined to hide it.

You like when I worship your body, don't you?

I mean, it feels good, Father, but it's fucked up, isn't it? You're a priest.

I am a vessel of God, first and foremost.

And I believe I was chosen by him for this mission.

Here.

Let me relieve you of these.

This armor that's hiding this body.

I don't know.

This is God's work.

You will feel much better once it's over.

Okay.

Here. Arms up.

You see, even your undergarments are designed to constrict and hide.

Here, let me relieve you of this.

Tell me that's not more free.

Father are you sure God's okay with this?

Darling every inch of you is a song.

Let me teach you the verses

Your body doesn't want my job.

Let the Lord's Spirit release.

But father, you know I don't like boys.

But you do dress like them.

Perhaps you are more attracted than you think.

Let the Lord guide your body, child.

You're getting so wet right now.

You're still not convinced of your godly beauty, are you?

I don't know.

I'll tell you what.

I'm down on my knees right here.

and kiss the flesh that God created for you.

But Father, I don't know how.

Let the Lord guide you, my child.

Ask him to show you the womanly ways.

You're doing so good my child.

Yes. Oh, yes.

Taste the divine.

Your mouth is no longer for hiding, but for praising.

Good job, my child.

Sleep the body of Christ.

Into that warm mouth of your child.

You're doing so good, child.

Remember, free yourself.

Allow the spirit.

to take control.

It just means you're ready for the final consecration.

Are you ready to take the body of Christ?

Into your body?

I don't know.

Father, isn't this wrong?

How can we be wrong if we have God on our side?

Shit.

I

can't

resist anymore.

I'm ready for you.

Yeah.

Is this wrong?

Is this shameful?

No.

This is your purpose.

This wet, hungry cunt is a chalice.

Say it.

Oh.

Oh, God.

Say that your body, say that you love your body as much as the Lord loves you.

Oh, God, I love my body.

Release for the Holy Spirit.

Show me that ass that the Lord gave you.

There you go.

cock into the kingdom of heaven, Chuck.

That's right.

The more you live free, the easier

it is to reveal yourself.

It's that guy.

Now he's in you.

I love when you put the Holy Spirit in me.

I will certainly bless you child.

You ready to get that final blessing all over that pretty face?

So, do you feel the Holy Spirit coming out and give you confidence in that

beautiful body of yours?

Yeah, but sorry, Father.

I think I'm not ready to give up my boy clothes yet.

I think I'm going to have to have you come to my office a little bit more

often. Yeah, I think so too.