Cee, breaking into the conversation between my sister and I says, “That’s okay, Lisa. I kinda like the looks of his cock. After a drink or two and...maybe a toke or two, I’m going to suck that fat sausage”.See, the bold rule. The only problem is that these days a f******n year old girl having sex with a twenty three year old dude is quite i*****l. The past doesn’t count.Still, here is this little Goth girl that my sister really wants some kind of entrance to. I don’t understand it. But, it’s my. It was touch and go at first but after ten years make it was starting to run its self. Which gets us back to the Detroit trip.We were only staying a few blocks from the convention center in an upper scale hotel so instead of renting a car we would just walk back and forth between the two. Our path took us on the edge of urban project style high rise complex but we always walked with several other folks staying in the hotel and always in the daylight.The last night of the show we were invited to. I wore a short and tight low cut black spandex dress, a silicone padded bra, black patent 5′ pumps, and fishnet stockings. I added a long blonde hair extension to my naturally long hair, and did my makeup on the slutty side with false eyelashes, heavy eyeliner, and deep red glossy lipstick. Big hoop earrings and long fake acrylic nails completed the outfit. I have very soft and feminine features to begin with and my attention to detail was not lost on the crowd. The girls all fussed over me and. It felt like I wasletting it down. I shook my head to get my mind off such thoughtsWalking into the kitchen, I looked into the mirror that my father hadinstalled on the fridge. My hand went to my hair. It had been darkerbefore, almost a crimson color. Now the color of my hair was becoming amuch more flame colored red, and it felt thicker between my fingers.Also in the mirror were a few freckles I was sure I hadn't had before.Running my fingers across my face felt funny; almost as if I.