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Goth Girl No More (Part 1)
🕑 Added 2021-05-14 01:00:00 +0000 UTC“See?” Her new Mommy said to her as she snapped a picture. “That’s all you needed, just a little smile and look how cute you are now.” Her phone flashed a few more times as she took a couple of photos in quick succession as Sarah stood there blushing.
“Just because you tickled me before you took a photo doesn’t mean anything. I am not smiling! And I am NOT enjoying this one bit.” This is what Sarah would have said if she could find herself to be brave enough to do so, but she wasn’t. Her s panked backside reminded her that she was clearly not free to do whatever she wanted anymore.
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Sarah had been in a grocery store when it happened, just shopping for some simple supplies. Toilet paper, cleaning wipes, some fruit, and she’d found a cute teddy bear that she knew her 6 year old sister was gonna love next time she saw her. She’d been dressed in her typical clothing, a very Goth style. Along with her hair that she had dyed multiple different colors, she was wearing black boots, black jeans with tears in it, a cropped shirt filled with skulls and other similar designs, loads of piercings on her face, and a leather jacket. All complete with a heavy amount of black makeup.
Sarah, who was 19, and her much younger sister were as different when it came to style as two people possibly could. It was a rare sight to see her sister in something other than a dress, tutu, or at least covered in the color pink in some way, shape, or form. Sarah on the other hand had always preferred black, even at her sister’s age. She had hated even being made to wear a dress. Now that she had been out of her parents’ house for the past two years she was happily enjoying the freedoms that came with it including being able to constantly dress in her very Goth form of choice. (Something her parents had never been very big fans of in their “proper young lady” of a daughter.)
The attractive 19 year old didn’t let all that bother her much anymore though as she finished up the last of her shopping and paid for her items. Unfortunately for Sarah, fate struck as she was leaving the store...
She was walking through the parking lot and had reached her car. While she was fumbling with her keys it was then that she heard a voice say, “Young lady, just what are you wearing?” At first Sarah didn’t respond as her mind hadn’t even registered that it was possible to have someone say that to her at her age. Then, a strong firm hand grabbed her wrist. Sarah jerked back in response as her arm was practically pulled out of its socket. As she looked back she found herself looking up at a tall stern but somehow kind looking woman dressed in a polka dot dress that made Sarah think of a fifties stepford wife.
“Hey! What the hell?!” Sarah cried out, trying to jerk her arm away from the tall woman. “Lady, what’d you think you’re doing?”
The woman’s eyes were bright and calculating, and they slanted slightly as she stared down at Sarah. “I should be asking you the same thing young lady. What in the world are you wearing?” As she had a painfully tight grasp on Sarah’s wrist, she began poking and prodding at the girls’ outfit: checking the rips in her knees, eyeing her tummy on display from her cropped shirt, and looking almost hatefully at the piercings in her face. “This outfit is not at all acceptable little missy.” The woman’s voice was stern but had a tone of condescension to it, as if Sarah just didn’t know any better about what she was doing wrong.
Sarah was a little in shock but had enough of her wits about her to try to struggle against her surprise assaulter. She was getting about ready to scream out to someone for help. “Look lady! I don’t know what the hell... this is; but I’m not interested. Let me go now!” She used her other hand to try desperately to pull away from the woman, but found that despite the woman’s misleadingly kind face, the hand around her wrist held her with a death grip.
“Sweetheart, you clearly have a lot to learn, but rule number one, no talking back. Anytime you do, you will be punished. Young ladies should be polite, especially to their elders. Do you understand?” Sarah could barely comprehend what she was hearing, this crazy lady was off her meds or something!
“Asshole! Let me go now or I’m gonna call the cops!” The insult seemed to make the lady cringe on several different levels. Sarah could see that she was furious in her eyes, but the woman kept her composure and her threatening smile.
“We’ll have to fix that mouth of yours too.” The woman said softly, not loosening her grip in the slightest. “We’d better get started.”
Before Sarah could get a single other word out, she saw the woman pull a cloth out of her pocket and put it firmly over her mouth! Within seconds, Sarah’s whole world went black...
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This story was written by Zander Chesney
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