Before leaving for school, Terri took a final look in the mirror. The thickly applied white foundation rendered her face flawless and pale to the point that it almost glowed. The heavy eyeliner and mascara contrasted perfectly with the deep, ruby-red lipstick. Her hair, a glossy raven black that could only be achieved with dye, hung straight to the middle of her back.
She smoothed out her ankle length black dress and admired the way that the lace bodice teasingly revealed the creamy inner curves of her large, pillowy breasts. She lowered a heavy silver ankh around her neck to call further attention to that area. After arranging the nearly transparent sleeves of her outfit just so, she went downstairs.
Her father, dressed in the coverall he wore to work as a mechanic, was sitting at the kitchen table reading the paper. He smiled when he saw her. Unlike her mother, who did her best to pretend that her daughter wasn't any different from anyone else's kids, he was amused by what he thought of as her 'Goth phase.' All in all, though, she had to admit that he was pretty cool about it, only rarely questioning or belittling her lifestyle choices.
"G'morning, Dad," she said as she leaned over to kiss him on the cheek. She grinned mischievously as she disengaged, hoping that he wouldn't notice the perfect red lip prints she had left behind until after he got to work.
"Good morning, Terri," he replied, giving her a quick hug. "Just so you know, the Bensons are hosting card club tonight, so your mother and I can walk. The car's all yours if you want it."
"Thanks, Dad!" she replied, leaning down to give him another kiss on the cheek. Grabbing an apple from a bowl on the counter, she headed towards the door.
"Hey!" he yelled at her retreating back. "You need more than that for breakfast. Have a seat, and I'll cook you something."
"Can't, Dad," she called over her shoulder. "Ann's probably already waiting for me and we'll be late if we don't hurry. See you later!"
His response was lost as she closed the door behind her.
Ann, her lifelong best friend and neighbor, was indeed waiting for her at the end of the walk, leaning against a fence post as she took a drag from a cigarette. Physically, she was almost the opposite of Terri. At a fraction of an inch over five feet tall, Ann was a good six inches shorter than her friend. Where Terri was voluptuously curvy, Ann was thin, almost waifish, with tiny breasts that didn't require a bra. She wore her dark red hair in a pixie cut, carefully arranged to look disheveled.
Like Terri, she was dressed all in black, but her skirt stopped just above her knees, revealing the fishnet stockings she wore beneath. Her makeup was far more subtle, but her complexion was so fair that the end result was nearly the same.
As Terri approached, Ann looked her friend up and down. "Well, look at you," she said with a smile that was warm enough to take the sting from her sarcastic tone. "All you need is a beehive and you'd look just like Elvira."
Terri snickered and did a pirouette. "Like it?"
"Well, you usually look like a reject from 'The Crow, ' so it's an improvement," Ann replied with a chuckle of her own as she passed over the cigarette.
Terri stuck out her tongue in response to the comment, but accepted the smoke, inhaling deeply and exhaling with a blissful sigh.
Slinging backpacks over shoulders, they started walking in the direction of the high school. They ignored the looks they received from neighbors leaving for work as they had every day for the four years since they had entered the world of Gothdom.
They had been introduced to the culture by a young woman who had briefly rented a room from a family across the street. They had both fallen in love with the look and attitude at first sight, quickly deciding that the arrival of the woman, whose name was Daphne, was the greatest thing that had ever had ever happened to their small Kansas town. They had taken great delight in the way she had politely but firmly refused all offers to join any of the town's numerous church groups, and the shock she had caused by asking in return if there were any other Wiccans in the area.
When the girls had shyly approached her and told her what they thought, she had laughed uproariously. "Well, well, well," she had said, tapping a finger along the side of her nose, "who would have thought that I would find a couple of baby bats here in Hicksville, U.S.A.?"
Over the next few months - and much to the dismay of the girls' parents - Daphne introduced them to bands such as Fields of Nephilium, Bauhaus, The Smiths and The Cure, and taught them how to dance and apply makeup. Following Daphne's example, both girls also quickly developed open minds and a fierce independence.
When the company Daphne worked for had transferred her after less than a year, the girls had been heartbroken, but continued to fully embrace all that they had been taught even in their mentor's absence.
After a few minutes of comfortable silence, Ann asked in a voice that was a little too innocent, "Notice anything different about me?"
Terri looked her friend over and then mentally reviewed their conversation. Her eyes widened with sudden understanding. "You're talking kinda mushy!" she gushed. "You got it done! Let me see it!"
Smiling broadly, Ann stuck out her swollen tongue and wiggled it around. Almost dead center was a barbell shaped piercing, tipped on the ends with bright red balls that matched the one on her eyebrow ring.
"Looks awesome! Did it hurt?"
"Like you wouldn't believe."
"How long before the swelling goes down and you stop talking like one of those short bus riders?"
"It's going to take about three weeks to heal, and it's going to be a pain in the ass until it does. I have to wash my mouth out four or five times a day with salt water. I'm also not supposed to smoke, have dairy products or suck any cock."
Passing the cigarette back with a snicker, Terri said, "You always were lousy at following simple instructions."
"Yep," Ann said agreeably after she took a drag.
"How did your parents take it?"
Ann rolled her eyes. "About how you'd expect. Mom went into hysterics and Dad went into a diatribe about how I must have been spawned by the postman."
Terri wrapped a sympathetic arm around her friend's shoulders. "Look on the bright side: It's only three months until graduation and then we'll be out of this backwards shithole of a town."
Ann started skipping joyfully at the thought. "I can't believe we both got into UCLA! No more teachers trying to teach us intelligent design! No more close-minded hicks telling us that we're going to burn in hell! Clubs! I don't know if I can wait three more months, well six including summer break. No offense, but I'm kinda sick of yours being the only other pasty face in sight."
"Right back at ya, sister!"
When they approached the school, they saw that the jock and cheerleader clique was, as always, gathered by the front door. To prepare for the daily gauntlet of threats and insults, the girls squared their shoulders and fixed grim expressions on their faces, a process that Daphne had jokingly referred to as 'going doom cookie.'
The first rank of jocks, mostly sophomores and less-talented juniors, jumped out of the girls' path as if they were carrying a contagious disease. From all sides, they heard their classmates muttering, "freaks" and "losers," in overly loud whispers that were obviously meant to be heard. Despite the insults, both girls could feel the weight of the leering stares that the boys in the group directed at their asses.
Finally, the only obstacles that remained were Brad Garner, quarterback and captain of the school's football team, and Jennifer Pullman, head cheerleader and Brad's longtime girlfriend. Brad was tall and good-looking with a body hardened by years of work on the farm and, more recently, hours spent each day in the school gym. Jenny was roughly Terri's height and bore more than a passing resemblance to a young Reese Witherspoon.
Blocking the doors with a burly arm, Brad turned to Jenny and said, "I think that their main problem is that they're sexually frustrated. If we could find someone willing to get close enough, I bet the freakiness could be fucked right out of them."
As Jenny tittered, Terri looked Brad up and down disdainfully. "I might be willing to let you try," she said in a sweet voice, "but I wouldn't want Bessy, your favorite cow, to get jealous." She held a finger to her lips as if thinking deeply. "Or Jimmy for that matter. I've heard that he bends over in front of you in places other than on the football field." Jimmy was the team's grossly obese center.
Brad sneered and chose to seize upon the first part of Terri's statement while ignoring the rest. "I wouldn't give you the pleasure, freak."
Holding a thumb and finger about an inch and a half apart, Terri replied sadly, "So I've heard. Do you want to discuss your shortcomings in depth, or are you going to let us by?"
With a quick glance toward a teacher who stood just inside the building talking to a group of students, Brad grudgingly moved aside.
As Ann was opening the door, Jenny said, "You know, if the two of you weren't such bitches, people might like you more."
Ann fixed her with an icy stare. "Conversely, if you didn't spend so much time on your knees, they would certainly like you less."
Terri practically shoved her friend inside while a red-faced Jenny was still struggling to come up with a retort.
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