Earlier ...
Mary Mendelson gathered her things and left her office at the bank that she worked at. She was single, blonde, had D-cup breasts, and looked fairly fit for her age of 45, but most men stayed away from her. She wasn't into dating and she most certainly was not into sex. She was devoutly religious and very conservative (and she dressed that way too). A woman should only have sex after being married and a woman should always marry a man. All of this gay rights stuff made her sick and she didn't mind telling people that. It was all so perverse. Little did she know that some time later, on the subway ride home, her position on that subject was going to radically change.
Nearly at the same time, Alice Whitmore was finishing up her meeting with the local anti-gay movement, sponsored by several churches in the area. She was 47 years old, had brown hair, C-cup breasts, and a fit body. She was pretty. At least, that's what her husband of twenty-five years thought. Everyone else, however, saw her as looking severe and stern. Like a schoolmarm. Like Mary, she was a deeply religious woman and knew for a fact that homosexuality was wrong. More than once, she had insulted or persecuted lesbians and gays at their so-called pride parades. Nothing that would get her arrested, but enough to make herself heard. Yeah, she was pretty active woman.
Both of these women didn't know each other, although they may have seen each other occasionally on the subway train, to and from work. But that was about to change.
On the subway train, Mary turned and saw a couple of young women across the aisle holding hands and looking at each other with a certain intimate love in their eyes. Knowing exactly what they were, she sneered at them, then looked away disgustedly. Why did there have to be lesbians on her subway ride home?
Alice turned and saw the same thing. She shook her head, muttering "Gays are so disgusting." She was about to say something out loud to the two of them, to tell them off, but before she could, she was overwhelmed with a strange feeling.
Mary got that exact same feeling right after she watched one of the lesbians writing something down on a piece of paper. Something wasn't right. Something had changed.
Alice and Mary glanced towards each other, but then stopped and stared. It just seemed to come out of nowhere. Mary had never seen someone so ... attractive before. And Alice felt the same way. But this was wrong, wasn't it? Women weren't supposed to feel this way towards each other, right?
Regardless, Mary felt herself standing up and walking over to Alice, then sitting next to her. They introduced themselves, then said how much they loved each other, but also how this feeling seemed to come out of nowhere. But no matter how much they knew this was wrong, they still felt totally in love.