The Unholy Transformation
Grew up obsessed with being a perfect Christian daughter. Dad was a pastor, mom a nurse and played the piano at church.
Church three times a week, Christian school, only listened to Christian music. I felt guilty reading and enjoying fantasy and sci-fi and would mentally rewrite things to be more acceptable and used a pen to scribble out swear words, on and on.
I was just as insufferable as you could imagine.
Now I’m a polyamorous neo-pagan who writes smut and has a sailor’s mouth.
Never went crazy or anything, never been drunk or done drugs, but I’m pretty sure my family wishes that was the direction I took to be honest.