She is kneeling in prayer. Her daily devotionals. "In Jesus's name I pray." She feels pure. No man has touched her, even without consent. Her eye never sees other women as a temptation. She is right in the eyes of God and Christ.

She feels a strong wind. Strange, as she was inside the small chapel and no windows were open. Then, light. Light surrounding, enfolding her. A faint song. She looks around but cannot see in the light. Then, a voice.

"loving servant of the alpha and omega, blessed are you"

Her attention seeks the voice, and she finds. An amorphous light, slowly transforming into a more human figure. Fire and eyes fade in and out of time and space. Ethereal wings stir the air. Everything about this figure is flowing.

So beautiful.

She feels her soul stir. She feels all of her being shocked into new sensations. She feels odd tingles ... her stomach? her nipples? her neck? her ears? between her legs?

All over. She pants, wanting unfamiliar release from this stimulation. Wanting it to never end. She feels something is wrong, but cannot determine why. Everything is new, right, queer.

She knows what this is.

"I cannot! I pledged my virginity to my future husband, and have forsaken the sinfulness of sex."

The being smiles as a humanoid mass of sanctity could smile. "but it is still the creation of our creator and beloved father on their throne. why deny yourself when it was not the love of one's own flesh and soul but arrogance that was the first sin?"

She can't deny the logic, but still she cannot fully surrender herself. She steels on reflex. Her mind tells her no. The pastor in her head tells her no. Her father and mother tell her no.

"yes."

She sees something reach to her, touch her head. She feels something unlock within her, fall away. She cries. She smiles. She shivers and gasps for air. She feels a wetness. She does not care in the moment. She sings wordless songs.

She opens her eyes. The form is more full. She approaches it on instinct. She waits, stopping herself, unsure. She looks up, panting, seeking permission. The being nods.

"receive the communion HaKadosh, Barukh Hu, has prepared for you."

She leans forward and takes the communion onto her tongue. It tastes of honey.

She takes in more. It feels soft. It feels right.

She pulls back and finds it has disappeared. She finds it replaced. Folds. She approaches, tentative.

"take and eat"

She does. Her tongue tastes flowing honey. She feels a dot and sucks. She laps. She hears a soft moan. She feels light throughout her body, warm and cold and intense and gentle. She shivers, screams, collapses, and sees only light before fading into ...

She wakens, her hand between her legs, flesh on flesh, her underwear and shirt and bra and skirt cast aside at some point. She pants, sweating. She looks around.

She feels naked.

She feels right.

But she needs her clothes. At least for now.

What was this ...

She cannot answer. She hears no answer. But it is new and it is a blessing.

She feels free.

She feels new.

She cannot wait to be in service of the Almighty, for their Eternal Glory.