Hoping to explain why she decided to become a goth, a young girl invites her male friend over her house to talk. After arguing for a bit, she admits the truth: she went goth for him!
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(Knock on door)
(Door opens)
Oh, hey! You're here! I didn't think you would come. You didn't reply to any of my texts. I'm glad you—
Oh, you can't stay long.
You... you want to know why I called you over my house today? Look, why don't you come up to my room, okay? That way, we can talk in private.
(Door closes)
(Short pause as they head up to her room)
Have a seat. Can I get you anything? Coffee? Tea? Soda?
No? Are you sure? It wouldn't be any trouble. I—
Right, you said you won't be staying long.
(Sigh) Okay, look. I know the two of us haven't been on the best of terms lately. Ever since I... you know, changed my appearance to better suit the darkness in my soul, and—
Okay, fine! Ever since I "went goth," whatever that means, you've been avoiding me. I keep trying to reach out to you, but you keep—
Wait, what!? How is this my fault?
Me avoiding you? When have I... well, yeah, there was that one time at that party... and, yeah, I did ditch you to go to that concert, and that was super shitty of me, I know, but you were avoiding me long before that!
Yeah, I know you don't like my new friends, you've mentioned that a million times already, but at least they're willing to talk to me! Where have you been the last six months!
Look, would you just calm down. I didn't invite you over here to fight. I just want to explain—
Seriously! You're really gonna be like that!? You're really gonna look me in the eyes and tell me that it's my fault we aren't friends anymore!? Do you even know why I went goth in the first place?
No, it wasn't because of some darkness in my soul, or any of that bullshit, you moron!
I went goth for you, idiot!
You don't know what I talking about? You really don't remember?
(Sigh) Six months ago, my Twitter feed was flooded with a bunch of posts you wrote, pictures of goth chicks dressed like I am right now, with comments like "Looking 4 a Goth gf" and "I need a Big Titty Goth Girl" and "Check out this Hot Goth Babe."
I figured that's what you wanted, so I started wearing these tight, black, leather corsets that exposed my huge tits, and these short pencil skirts that showed off my big, curvy ass. I started wearing fishnet stockings on these long legs and painted my finger and toenails black. I started wearing dark eyeshadow and jewelry with pentagrams on it, all to obtain the look I thought you wanted, because, the truth is... I really like you. Hell, I've been in love with you for years, and I was thought this would finally get you to notice me!
I was hoping you would get one look at me and start drooling, but instead, you looked at me like I had two heads. You started avoiding me, like I was some kind of freak. I did all this just to get your attention, and in the end, it turned out you didn't even like goth girls! I got so angry that I started avoiding you, too, and now... and now...
Fuck! Why did you even post that shit if you didn't like goth girls!?
What!? You... do like goth girls? You think they're sexy as fuck?
Then, why the fuck were you so angry with me?
Wait, you weren't angry because I went goth? But, then why—
You were angry because you thought I was changing into someone else, someone who... wasn't me...
But I wasn't! At least, I wasn't trying to. I just wanted to look like the kinds of girls you thought were sexy. I was trying to impress you.
You didn't want me to change who I was just to impress you? You love me for me, and not because I'm a goth?
(Laugh) Well, shit! I wish you would have told me that sooner! I mean, if you love me for me, and not because of my hair, or clothes, or—
Wait! Did you... did you just say that you... that you love me?
Oh my god! Are you serious? Are you really saying that you love me, too!? Oh!
(Kisses him)
I want... I want to be your girlfriend, okay! I've wanted to be with you for as long as I could remember. I just never had the courage to—
What? You, you want to be with me, too! Seriously!?
Oh, I'm so happy! I've been waiting for you to say that for years!
(Passionate kissing)
I just wish we didn't have to go through all of this bullshit just to get there.
(Laugh) I'm serious! Look at me. Look at this hair, this makeup. I mean, just look at how tight this corset is around my waist! It's ridiculous! Look at how it pushes my big tits up, and have you seen my ass in this skirt? It's so skin tight, I feel like I'm practically naked. Hell, I had to stop wearing panties just to avoid showing panty lines in this thing.
Oh my god! That's not even the worst of it! I totally forgot what I did a few months back, when I was trying to impress you! I was so embarrassed I didn't even try to show you.
You are going to freak when you see this! Ready?
(Laugh) Look, it's a tattoo! It's a pentagram tattoo right above my ass! God! I can't believe I did all this to try and turn you on when I didn't need to! I feel like such an idiot!
Hey, are you okay? What's the matter with you? Your face is beet red, and why do you have your hands in your lap. Are you trying to hide— Holy shit! Are you pitching a tent!
(Laugh) You are! Oh my god! Did you get hard for me!? Did seeing your big titty goth girl's tattoo get you all hot and bothered?
Hmm... I thought so. Well, I guess it was worth it after all, (Laugh) but, even I have to admit, these clothes are awfully uncomfortable. This corset is so tight. Maybe I should... take it off, and give these big titties of mine a little air. What do think?
(Unzips corset)
There! That's better! It feels nice to let them breathe like this, but they do feel pretty sore from being crammed into that tight corset. Maybe you could... massage them a little?
(He massages her breasts. She moans)
Mm... that's it! Squeeze your girlfriend's big, goth titties! They're yours now, you can play with them all you want!
(Moaning)
