>Scene: Interior, darkly lit room. A woman is tied to a chair. She can make out the outlines of a mattress in the corner.
>Woman: "Hello? Who's there, where am I?"
>A door is heard opened behind her.
>Woman: "You can't do this, I have rights!"
>Man(offscreen): "You also have duties and needs, both of which will be fulfilled today."
>A man steps out of the shadows into the view of the woman. The woman does all in her power not to drop her jaw staring at, no, ogling her captor. He was a man, disgusting and repulsive as she thought all men, sure, but his features were unlike anything she had seen in her fellow demonstrators. He was tall, almost two heads above her. Underneath the outline of his shirt she could see the rippling of swollen, developed muscles. Nothing unlike her fellow demonstrators, who were nice if not a bit creepy. Her mind slowly replaced her depictions of men from those noodly, spindly arms and soft undefined features to those mesmirizing, powerful muscles and what they could do to her and her needs. How he could satisfy her when she needed more done to her than simple comforting words, a high ratio of likes and quote tweets on twitter. How he would ravish her in sex.
>She instantly snapped back in her thoughts. Sex? With a man? Impossible. She was a proud lesbian of three days, after a long hard month of soul-searching as a bi-sexual. Surely no man could compare to her soul mate, whom she had just met on tinder and had plans to attend the illegal pride month meetups in those damnable red states who had dared making them illegal in the first place. She was a woman's woman, who would truly know how to please a queen deserving of it like herself unlike those filthy, rugged, handsome, powerful... men.
>Yet among all of those conflicting thoughts, her gaze drank in her captors features. Her eyes pause, on a slight abnormality on one of his thighs. Yes, there it is, she thought. The ugliness of the male form. No man could have looked so good, I mean adequate. It was probably a tumor from all of the steroids he had used to attain such a fatphobic body, if only he had worked out at the library he would have not been subject to cancer. As a bonus he would probably been alongside her demonstrating against the current thing. Sure, he wouldn't have had this amazing body, but she wasn't so superficial as to completely melt beneath fantasies.
>Her captor notices her gaze, just as her mental reasoning is complete. Nothing could possibly break her now.
>Man: "Already drawn back to it, eh? At least this has been a short conversation".
>Woman: "Wha-"
>With herculean ease her captor snaps her bindings. Just as the woman begins of thinking of fighting back, the man lifts her up as she weighed no more than a child. She felt the positioning the position of his hands, the rough texture of his skin, and thought about the power of his muscles even allowing him to do this to her and found her mind drifting with a thousand fantasies. Could a woman make her feel this way? Did she even want a woman to make her feel this way?
>Just as she realized and mentally moved to push that last thought away, she was dropped onto the mattress. It was done so gently, so sensually by the man, almost like a.. lover? Her thoughts raced all over, no, that was her heart, beating like a drum in preparation of what was going to happen next. Beating in fear and... anticipation?
>Woman: "What- What are we going to do on the bed?"
>Anticipation? It couldn't have been. This was a man, a man who took her from her fellow demonstrating person, who laid hands on her without consent, who had cancer. There's no way she would welcome him near her
>Man:"Whatever you need, baby"
>The man strips down to his underwear. The woman, mesmerized at a closer, un-impeded look at her captor's amazing body, quickly searches for that tumor again to retain her sanity. She finds it quickly, how could she not, somehow it had grown bigger and...
>The man takes off his underwear, revealing his God Given Gift to Girls™. The woman uncontrollably gapes at this. In between her outstretched jaws drooling, her nearly hyperventilating body burning up with sweat, and something else happening lower in her body, she was no longer in control of her thoughts.
>She can't do this. Why can't she do this again?
>Think of her soul-mate, how would she feel as a lesbian! Why did she ever think she was attracted to a woman again?
>She cannot be wasting time here, she has to go back to demonstrating! What was the current thing again?
>She... what would she need to do? What did she need, right now?
>The man, feeling her arousal, smiles and moves closer. Like removing a napkin from a surface table, he gently tears off her clothing.
>The act is enough to send burning ripples across her body. What would those muscles do to her? What would that thing to do her? Her mind slowly shuts down, her thoughts all reaching the same destination.
>Underneath the previously scowling face, the hair dye and the marker pen writing on her body, she can be a beautiful woman. He smiles again.
>Man(Whispering):"Whatever you need, baby."
<7 month time skip.
>The woman again is seen, in the waiting room of some medical office.
>Physically she has changed. She is dressed in more feminine clothing, her hair no longer dyed garish colors. Her previously always scowling face was replaced by a beaming smile whose radiance rivaled the sunshine. While noticably slimmer and curvier, her belly and breasts are swolen due to pregnancy.
>"Ms Jane? The doctor will see you now."
>Montage of doctor scenes.
>"Congratulations Ms Jane, it's a girl."
>Cut to outside of the office. Ms Jane is exiting the building.
>It's a beautiful day. The sun is shining, the wind is blowing, the birds are chirping.
>Ms Jane feels a slight kick in her belly.
>She looks down, feels her belly with her hand, and smiles.
>"I think this is one life I'm for."
>cut to titlescreen
ROE V WADE: THE RIGHT WING SPERM SQUAD STORIES
"Based on a true story"