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Your friends hadn't really understood what you were doing.

They were college frat bros, and you weren't, and you suspected that was the difference. Kyle had asked you if you were 'hunting that crazy goth girl strange-strange' and you said no, no, you actually thought she was really pretty, and you wanted to know her. 'Yeah', he had replied, 'Know her biblically, am I right?'

He was not right.

Diana was actually very sweet. You didn't have her in any classes, but she was always around on campus. She certainly stood out; the first thing you two had talked about was her striking sense of fashion. He noticed the very slight timbre in her voice. Trans, but barely noticeable. Certanly not visually. Far from a deal breaker.

Now, by total happenstance, here she was in your favorite cafe. You were supposed to be in SOC 303 soon - introduction to cults and fringe religions - but you figured that cutting class for one day wouldn't hurt. Especially with Diana smiling at you that way.

Maybe Kyle was right. Maybe you were on the hunt.

It didn't occur to you, and wouldn't for another several weeks, that Diana always happened to be at places you frequented. You ran into each other a lot - but only at places you would predictably be. It would not occur to you that Diana had been the one to approach you on that first day. You wouldn't realize any of this until the collar was pulling tight against your throat and the brainwashing visor was being fitted to you. And by the time you were chanting Goddess Mnemosyne's name, it wouldn't matter.

Description
Your friends hadn't really understood what you were doing.

They were college frat bros, and you weren't, and you suspected that was the difference. Kyle had asked you if you were 'hunting that crazy goth girl strange-strange' and you said no, no, you actually thought she was really pretty, and you wanted to know her. 'Yeah', he had replied, 'Know her biblically, am I right?'

He was not right.

Diana was actually very sweet. You didn't have her in any classes, but she was always around on campus. She certainly stood out; the first thing you two had talked about was her striking sense of fashion. He noticed the very slight timbre in her voice. Trans, but barely noticeable. Certanly not visually. Far from a deal breaker.

Now, by total happenstance, here she was in your favorite cafe. You were supposed to be in SOC 303 soon - introduction to cults and fringe religions - but you figured that cutting class for one day wouldn't hurt. Especially with Diana smiling at you that way.

Maybe Kyle was right. Maybe you were on the hunt.

It didn't occur to you, and wouldn't for another several weeks, that Diana always happened to be at places you frequented. You ran into each other a lot - but only at places you would predictably be. It would not occur to you that Diana had been the one to approach you on that first day. You wouldn't realize any of this until the collar was pulling tight against your throat and the brainwashing visor was being fitted to you. And by the time you were chanting Goddess Mnemosyne's name, it wouldn't matter.