Black Wedding 1 – Diving into the Gothic world

Black Wedding

 

Part 1 – Diving into the Gothic world

 

Chapter 1

 

 

Josefine is probably looking through the photo album for the thousandth time. It’s been pretty well worn in over two years.

“Do you remember your first visit to the house?” Maria sits next to her, her head resting on Josephine’s shoulder, looking through the album with her, even though she’s probably seen every photo several times, too.

“What do you think?” Josephine laughs. “I’ll never forget that first time.”

 

She could hardly believe that it was only this winter, less than four years ago, that she had met Simon for the first and decisive time. She and Anja had stumbled into this club by pure chance. Both were apprentices about to graduate and had been sent to an event in the state capital. Of course, they wanted to experience something in the evening. Since they weren’t familiar with the area, they gratefully accepted another participant’s offer to take her to her favorite club. They were a little surprised when she showed up in rather dark clothes and they ended up in a gothic scene. But the people were extremely nice, the music wasn’t her thing but was actually quite danceable, and it was completely different from the clubs in her provincial hometown. Josefine, however, felt totally underdressed among all the elaborately made-up girls and boys.

She only really realized this when she noticed that the extremely good-looking guy had been dancing conspicuously near her for quite some time, openly smiling at her, even though she kept looking away.

“He can’t possibly be talking about me!” she thought, irritated. Not that Josefine suffered from a significant inferiority complex. But she considered her own attractiveness to be average at best. In her hometown, there had certainly been a few boys interested in her over the past few years. But mostly they were the ones she found boring. Every now and then, she stood in front of the mirror and took stock. At just over 5’3″, she was short, but had quite feminine proportions. Luckily, she had small feet, slender legs, and a firm buttocks that she found nothing wrong with. Her waist was also acceptable in her eyes. She thought her slightly protruding belly was pretty. She was less satisfied with her breasts, which, while firm, were too large in her eyes, although some guys might find that attractive. Time and again, she heard that her face was simply sweet, but for her, it was too round. Her large, dark eyes and full mouth didn’t change that. Some also found the small gap between her upper front teeth sweet. Not her. When she searched within herself for the reasons for this, she realized that she simply didn’t want to be perceived as a sweet, cute girl. She admired and envied tall, very slim, and rather austere-looking women. An unattainable ideal, she had known this for years. Therefore, she dressed simply and inconspicuously, though not inelegantly, and usually wore her back-length, dark-brown hair pinned up or in a sleek ponytail. That evening, she had opted for a tight black turtleneck sweater that emphasized her breasts more than she actually liked, tight black pants with black boots, and, for once, left her hair down. She had felt good and somewhat attractive. Now, suddenly, doubts were gnawing at her. In this club, she was definitely a wallflower among strikingly good-looking women. It seemed to her that no girl there didn’t have an unusual hairstyle, elaborate makeup, and sexy clothes, except for herself and Anja. But the guy was just too good-looking. He was of medium height, strikingly slim, and wore skin-tight black pants, platform boots, and a black, equally tight-fitting shirt, which, thanks to its large collar and long cuffs, had a slightly baroque touch, without the opulent ruffles of many of the other guys’ shirts. But all that was nothing compared to the impression he made with his narrow face and his gaze. Despite his smile and his courtesy, he exuded enormous authority. And this despite the fact that at first glance he was at most in his mid-twenties, only a few years older than Josefine. Upon closer inspection, he appeared extremely well-groomed, his dark eyebrows carefully shaped but not too thin, his shoulder-length hair dyed white-blonde. He moved as if the dance floor, the entire club, belonged to him. And he did this without appearing pretentious or even unfriendly to anyone.

 

Then he simply approached her. With a rather reserved compliment for her dancing style. And an invitation for a drink. At the bar, he introduced himself as Simon. Josefine spontaneously claimed she was called Jo. Simon was a pleasant, relaxed chatterer, occasionally throwing in a compliment, and a captivating smile. When he had already learned quite a bit about Jo, but she had found out almost nothing about him, he spontaneously jumped up at the beginning of a new song she didn’t know, grabbed her hand as if it were the most natural thing in the world, and pulled her onto the dance floor. From then on, they danced exclusively together. When they sat at the bar, he held her hand. At some point, she remembered Anja and that she couldn’t let her drive back to the hotel alone. Simon explained his understanding, left the club with them, and walked them both to the front of the hotel, without letting go of Jo’s hand longer than necessary. After Anja had tactfully said goodbye, they finally had their first kiss and spent a whole hour in the cold in front of the entrance. The following afternoon, they met at a café in the city center before Jo and Anja boarded the train. Even then, she still couldn’t believe that the prince charming who was waving to her on the platform was actually hers.

 

But Simon hadn’t lost interest in Jo. Just a few days after her return, a train ticket for the following weekend arrived in the mail. Jo was beside herself. On the one hand, she had wanted nothing more. On the other, she had enormous fears of failure. She was going to live with Simon? He would surely want to sleep with her, and she wanted that too. But as a wallflower as she was, wouldn’t he laugh at her? She went through her closet for acceptable items. Then she spent a small fortune on underwear, a few little black panties and bras. That was still relatively simple, even if she was a bit embarrassed by the purchase. But what should she wear over them? When she got off the train on Friday evening, she was wearing thick black over-the-knee boots under her short winter coat—after all, it was cold outside—a dark gray, rather short skirt, and yet another tight, sleeveless top with a turtleneck. Even though Simon greeted her enthusiastically and lovingly, a trace of uncertainty remained. Simon was astonishingly considerate. He explained that he wanted to take Jo home with him. But she shouldn’t worry; he had prepared a guest room for her. Besides, he didn’t live there alone; Jo would see. He drove her in a two-door Jaguar. Even though Jo didn’t know anything about cars, it was clear to her that it wasn’t an Ford Fiesta. Simon waved her off, saying the thing was over thirty years old and worthless. He just liked it. Then he led her into his house, because the 1960s villa on the quiet suburban street obviously belonged to Simon. Even now, he played it down, explaining that he had inherited the old block from his grandfather. Unfortunately, it wasn’t a Wilhelminian-era villa. Still far too big for that. That’s why he’d invited some of his friends to live with him. That way, they could also share the running costs.

A somber-looking man in a long black coat immediately met them in the doorway. Simon introduced him to Jo as Mark, whose face now revealed the hint of a shy smile. Then he slunk off, somewhat awkwardly. Simon laughed and explained to Jo that Mark was incredibly shy and that it would be quite an event if anyone ever ran into him, because he often spent days in his room tinkering with his music. But no one ever heard it. At least, he didn’t know anyone.

 

The large kitchen on the ground floor wasn’t new but was in acceptable condition for a shared apartment. The adjoining living room, which was obviously used by everyone, was furnished with slightly worn but expensive leather couches. The fireplace was clearly in frequent use. The density of candles on various, mostly silver, candlesticks was enormous. On the first floor, Simon lived in two rooms, one with a balcony facing the romantically overgrown garden. When Simon pointed to two more doors on the first floor and explained that the girls lived there, Jo felt a pang. This feeling of jealousy intensified when one of these “girls” turned out to be a young woman who, a short while later, stormed into the kitchen where the two were sitting with a glass of wine. She naturally kissed Simon on the cheek in greeting before taking a close look at Jo. Then she hugged Jo, saying, “It’s nice to finally meet you. So you’ve thrown our Simon completely off track.”

She shook her head with a smile.

“I’m Melanie, stupid name, I know, I can’t help it. Just call Melly! Am I disturbing your time together? Where are the others?”

Without waiting for an answer, she rushed out to take off her coat. Simon asked in a low voice if Jo wouldn’t mind if she sat down. And although Jo had wanted nothing more than to be alone with Simon, she was now extremely curious about the people he lived with. She was also fascinated by Melly. Although she was wearing more casual clothes, she was a striking presence. This was mainly due to the makeup. Her light eyes were painted at a cat-like angle under thinly drawn brows, her high cheekbones further emphasized in an otherwise pale, narrow face. Her hair was dramatically pinned up, her bangs tapered to a point in the middle were black, the upper sections of her hair were also black, while everything below the tips of her ears was bleached white. Luckily for Jo, this slender beauty was barely taller than she was, well below model height; otherwise, she would have gotten up and left immediately. So, the three of them sat in front of the fireplace, which Simon had lit at Melly’s behest, and Jo was able to inspect the roommates who were gradually arriving. Next up was Matti. Jo had previously learned that Melly was a trained makeup artist and, in her mid-twenties, was trying to establish herself as a freelancer due to a lack of permanent employment. Matti was a rather muscular guy and a stagehand at the opera house. Then Maria appeared and kissed Melly passionately in greeting. Melly immediately introduced her as her ‘lover, the world’s best hairdresser, and the most beautiful woman in town.’

“You’re from out of town,” she added with a wink. An enormous amount of tension fell away from Jo. The two were obviously out of competition here. And that despite the fact that Maria was just as disturbingly beautiful as Melly. Her black hair, streaked with red, was shaved into a short sidecut a few millimeters on the left side. She was barely older than her age, slightly taller than Melly, and strikingly slim. Under her white ruffled blouse, no breasts were visible at all. Jo felt increasingly comfortable in the company of the others—Mark, as expected, didn’t show up again. Everyone seemed genuinely pleased by her presence. Around midnight, Simon and Jo retreated upstairs, amidst the light giggles of the others. It was clear without discussion that Jo wouldn’t be using the guest room that had been prepared for her.

 

Will he pounce on me now? Jo wondered as Simon closed his room door behind them. She was aroused and unsettled at the same time. Simon gave her and himself time, lit several candles, and then looked into her eyes from a distance.

“May I undress you?” he asked. What was phrased as a question sounded a bit like a demand to Jo. And that didn’t bother her at all. She simply nodded and took a step toward Simon. While he kissed her on the mouth, he slowly pulled her top up from the waist. Then the kiss had to end so he could pull it over her head. Jo almost automatically raised her arms to do so. Back in front of her, Simon opened her skirt and let it slide to the floor. Then he looked at Jo closely again. She stood like that in front of him for what felt like an eternity. She could see in his eyes that he enjoyed looking at her like that. Then she discovered that she could also see herself in the huge mirror on the wall behind Simon. She found herself seductive in her new lingerie. Her nipples were slightly outlined through the lace bra. The panties, while not small, were quite sheer. Her thick, dark pubic hair was clearly visible. My God, how wicked, she thought.

Simon stepped behind her, lifted her hair, and kissed the back of her neck. Jo got goosebumps. Then it was time for the bra clasp, and a little later, he pushed her panties down over her bottom. Simon stood behind Jo, and they both looked at her in the mirror.

“You really are beautiful. Even more beautiful than I imagined.”

“With those over-the-knee boots?”

“They’re totally sexy on your slim legs.”

“Still, I’d take them off now. It’s cozy and warm in here.”

“I’ll do it. Just sit down!”

 

Simon kissed her now bare legs, stopping halfway down her inner thighs and continuing on her stomach. Jo felt the cool leather of the old couch against her back. Her breasts were caressed extensively. Then Simon brought her arms over her head and licked first her left armpit, then her right. He was still fully clothed, and Jo was more aroused than ever. She knew they were going to have sex. That was what it had been all along. And she wanted nothing more than that. At the same time, she found the situation with Simon, undressing and looking at her, practically taking possession of her body, incredibly erotic. This was completely different from anything Jo had experienced before. Most of the time, it had been a brief, awkward intercourse with an insecure boy she had met at a party or a disco.

Finally, Simon also removed his clothes, very quickly and almost unnoticed by Jo. Jo remained lying on her back, quite conventionally, as Simon entered her. He did it slowly, almost too slowly, and considerately. And Jo even came a little before Simon.

 

They both lay on the large couch. Jo could finally take the time to look more closely at her lover. Again, she was torn between different emotions. The fact that Simon had a very slim physique had immediately appealed to her. She’d never been into mountains of muscle. Therefore, the naked Simon corresponded pretty much exactly to her erotic fantasies. It had also turned Jo on from the start that Simon was an extremely well-groomed person. Nevertheless, she was surprised not to find a single hair on Simon’s body. Not just under his arms, where many men shave these days. She stroked his lower abdomen, which was incredibly smooth, and stroked his slightly flaccid cock a few times. Not a hair. She played with his hairless scrotum and found herself wondering how she could discreetly find out if anything was growing near his anus. Silly. Jo giggled.

“What are you laughing at?” Simon grinned too.

“Honestly? I’m wondering if you really don’t have any hair down there.”

“Do you want to know or find out?”

Jo ran her hand between Simon’s legs, over his perineum to his anus.

“Wow! So smooth! It feels great.”

“Have you never shaved?”

“Yes. On the sides, that is. And once I cut them really short with scissors. I thought that was kind of stupid, though. It looked uneven and unkempt. You could see my labia. They stick out from the outer ones…”

“Why don’t you want to show them?”

“Don’t you like my bush?”

“Your tuft of hair is pretty cute. And all sweaty, it has a naughty look. But I’m sure you’d look twice as hot shaved.”

Jo flinched. Wasn’t she beautiful, wasn’t she erotic enough for Simon? Simon noticed, apologized a thousand times, and carried her to his previously unused bed. They lay awake all night cuddled under the covers, and Jo talked everything off her chest. She felt relieved, happy, and confident enough to admit her own insecurities to Simon.

“I don’t think I’m beautiful. Cute or sweet, maybe, that’s what a lot of people say. But I don’t want to be. And Melly is beautiful, but not me. Besides, compared to the rest of you here, like Maria, I’m totally boring. Just look at me!”

“I do that all the time,” Simon laughed. “And I see a beautiful girl. If you don’t believe me, ask the other two girls tomorrow! Maria had already seen us together in the club that time and raved about you afterwards. By the way, she envies your wonderful breasts, but don’t tell her I told her that! So, I promise to be very careful never to find you cute, even though you are, of course, totally cute, especially now.”

Jo was touched, flattered, and had to laugh. The thought occurred to her that dying here and now would be the greatest gift, because life couldn’t give her more than that. But then she survived until breakfast and was quite happy about it.

The topic wasn’t mentioned again by either of them for the rest of the weekend. A weekend that, apart from a brief visit to the club Jo already knew on Saturday evening, was spent mostly in Simon’s bed.

 

Chapter 2

 

“Do you remember the first time you wandered into Melly and me at the bathhouse?” Maria wanted to know.

“Sure. Sometimes I don’t know what changed my life more: my meeting with Simon or with you.”

“You can’t separate the two, dear!”

 

Maria’s right. Jo was transitioning into a new life at an incredible pace. And from then on, it took place mainly in the state capital and with Simon. And it was gaining momentum at an almost frightening pace. Jo arrived every Friday afternoon and left the city on the first train on Monday morning. And she never left the same way she had arrived.

 

The following Friday turned Jo’s life completely upside down. The week had been a rollercoaster of emotions. On the one hand, Jo could hardly imagine surviving the five days without Simon. On the other hand… On Thursday evening, she retreated to her bathroom with scissors, a razor, and a hand mirror. With a few twists and turns, half-lying on the floor, she discovered that she was suffering from considerable hair growth. Not only her labia, but also her perineum and buttocks were covered with dark hair. Jo immediately had a picture of Simon’s flawless anal area in her mind. She was a girl. And from now on, she wanted to be the most well-groomed girl in the world. She awkwardly placed the lady shaver between her buttocks. Damn it. That almost didn’t work. The hair was much too long, the stupid safety razor would simply slip over it. Jo panicked that she might hurt herself and abandoned the whole plan. What would she tell Simon? That she wasn’t able to shave? She would simply try to ignore the topic for a weekend and then take her time. That was the plan as she boarded the train Friday afternoon.

No Simon at the station! Jo felt a brief surge of nausea. But just a weekend adventure! Then Melly rushed up the station steps, out of breath, and hugged her passionately before, still out of breath, offering a string of apologies. Summary: Simon unexpectedly had a long appointment and asked her to pick Jo up. And then something came up, and the tram… Jo was so relieved that she simply cut Melly off and gave her a welcoming kiss. On the tram, Jo became aware of her real problem again, and they rode rather silently to Erlenweg.

“What’s wrong? Something’s bothering you,” Melly wanted to know over coffee. At that moment, Maria came into the kitchen. A pleased smile flitted across her face when she spotted Jo.

“There’s something wrong with Jo, don’t you think?” Melly returned to the subject shortly afterwards.

“Will you tell us what’s going on?” Maria asked, too. The whole thing seemed so open and cordial that Jo’s dam broke and she poured her heart out to two women a few years older than her, whom she hadn’t even known a week ago. From her insecurity about her hairy pubic area to her failed attempt to shave it.

“So that’s your problem?” Melly laughed, earning a nasty look from Maria.

“Sorry, I’m sorry. But I was expecting something really bad. I’m not laughing at you, of course. Come here, let me give you a hug!”

“Good. Finish your drinks and off to the bathroom!” Maria commanded.

 

The bathroom on the first floor, the girls’ bathroom, was truly cozy, as cozy as a bathroom can be. Shower, tub, sink, bidet, tiles—everything dated back to the 1960s, but well-maintained. And the bathroom was spacious. A large vanity with a mirror stood against the wall, along with two chairs and even a slightly weathered leather couch.

“Okay, let’s take a look at the problem,” Melly demanded from the couch. Maria helped Jo undress. Jo suddenly felt transported back to the situation a week ago. Only now, instead of Simon, they were examining two young women, and not by soft candlelight, but under the relentless halogen spotlights. And yet, the situation still excited Jo. For whatever reason, Maria unclasped her bra before Jo peeled off her panties. Minutes of scrutiny from head to toe.

“Simon is a real connoisseur,” Melly finally said. “You’re truly a hottie, little one.”

“And those boobs! Have you ever seen such great boobs?” Maria burst out with genuine enthusiasm.

“You have to say, with your model figure,” Jo replied.

Maria spontaneously pulled her shirt over her head. She wasn’t wearing a bra and stood in front of Jo.

“I would have loved a little less model-like and a little bit of breast, sweetie.”

Jo was fascinated. As expected, Maria was very slender. Nevertheless, a small, perky butt was visible under her short skirt. But her breasts had almost no bulge on the ribs. Her rather prominent nipples were both pierced and adorned with a horizontal bar. On her left upper arm, she saw a black tribal tattoo. I’ve never seen a more erotic woman, Jo thought. Following an impulse, Jo touched Maria’s left nipple.

“Now, stop fiddling around!” Melly pulled Jo out of her trance.

“Even if I could watch you forever, we have work to do.”

“Right.” Maria also got busy.

“First question: How do you want to look? Pussy and ass should be hair-free, of course. What do we do with this sweet little fluff here?” She stroked Jo’s wild curls.

Without waiting for an answer, Melly directed her to the couch, over which she had spread a large bath towel. As soon as Jo lay on her back, Melly had her lift her pelvis and place a rolled-up towel under her bottom.

“Simply put one leg over the armrest and bend the other!” Maria squatted down on the floor in front of her, and Jo heard a humming.

“Now hold still!” she commanded, and Jo felt herself carefully circling her anus with a trimmer. Shortly afterward, the perineum was being worked on. An additional crackling sound could be heard again and again, and Jo felt tiny hairs trickling down her body. She noticed that Maria’s skirt was hanging neatly over the back of a chair. This incredibly exciting woman with a half-shaven head, no breasts, but with pierced nipples, was squatting between her legs, wearing only panties, shaving her ass and pussy. Melly sat on the chair next to her, holding her hand.

“Do you even know how hot you two look?”

Another wave of excitement shot through Jo. Maria gently pulled her left inner labia aside to shave the outer one. Then the same to the right one. Finally, she stopped somewhere above her slit. She placed her face right between Jo’s legs and repeatedly blew away the shaved hairs on her pussy and ass. It was a small orgasm that caught Jo completely off guard. Melly squeezed her hand and smiled at her.

“Our personal hygiene is usually a little erotic adventure for us, right, Maria?”

“Absolutely. And it looks like we could expand on that in the future.” She grinned.

Meanwhile, Maria was busy spreading shaving cream between Jo’s legs. Then she felt a razor. Damn! Maria’s fingers on her bottom were still making her wet. Luckily, Maria worked quickly, washing off the remaining foam, removing a few more hairs, and finally, laughing, gave Jo a pat on her bare pussy.

“Phase one is done. Look at you!” Jo let Melly lead her to the huge wall mirror. She slowly lowered her gaze. Her face was slightly flushed, her hair a bit messy and sweaty. Full, firm breasts. Her two new friends are more enthusiastic about them than she is. A taut, only slightly protruding stomach. A bush of dark pubic hair, wildly curled, and, what a contrast! The bush ends abruptly about an inch above her slit. This runs between two moderately developed, taut labia. Between them, slightly darker inner labia protrude a good centimeter. Jo is shocked, aroused, confused.

“So, shall we leave it like this?” Maria asks Melly rather than Jo.

“It’s kind of cute, that fluff over there,” grins Melly.

“I knew my labia were too big and hanging out.” So the remaining fur isn’t Jo’s problem at all, the two realize.

“Are you serious?” Melly wants to know.

“Well, look!” Jo tugged unhappily at her labia.

“Maria, take off your panties!” commanded Melly.

Maria’s panties were pushed over her small butt and slid to the floor. The garter tattoo that surrounds the upper third of her right thigh now became truly noticeable. As she stepped out, she turned around, and Jo could hardly believe her eyes. The first thing that catches her eye are two large, softly clinking rings. These adorn truly impressive inner labia, perhaps four centimeters long. This impression is reinforced by the fact that Maria’s outer labia are extremely weak, practically nonexistent. Such a pussy on such a delicate girl, Jo couldn’t help thinking.

“So, you think my little cunt is ugly.” Maria had said that with a certain seriousness, which startled Jo. She didn’t want to offend Maria at all costs. Jo spontaneously hugged her.

“Nonsense! I’ve never seen such a great woman as you. Don’t be mad at me…”

“Nonsense!” laughed Maria, “you don’t always have to take us so seriously.”

“Well, besides, Maria undoubtedly has the hottest pussy in town, as far as I can tell. Sorry, little one, your pussy is pretty average in comparison.”

Now the ice was broken for Jo too, and all the tension erupted in an almost hysterical laugh.

“That’s it, we’re not finished yet, are we? Are you going to keep your book like this? Wait a minute, hug me again, like you did before!” And Maria immediately hugged the stunned Jo and pulled her close.

“The hair tickles my pussy in a funny way, it’s quite something.”

“Doesn’t that look a bit slutty?” Jo wanted to know.

“Well, it’s a bit like ‘Here, look, I’ve exposed my pussy on purpose.’ I think it’s pretty hot.”

“I don’t think so.”

“Watch out, compromise!” Maria had pushed an attachment onto the trimmer, pushed Jo onto the couch, and trimmed everything to three millimeters.

“Hmm, shave a neat triangle!” Melly said, and Maria worked on the contours without the attachment.

“Not bad, I think. But look, you have such a cute mons pubis, it bulges out nicely, it looks better without it. Maria, you have to go back to that, don’t you think, Jo?”

Jo isn’t even thinking anymore. A glance in the mirror showed her that there was really nothing left of her former bush. She couldn’t do much with the defined triangle of dark, short hairs somewhere above her slit. Resigned to her fate, she sat down on the towel spread out on the couch. She slid forward as far as she could, and Maria squatted between her thighs again. From this semi-reclining position, Jo now gazed down almost indifferently at the ever-increasing pale, smooth skin on her mons pubis.

“Done!” Maria wiped everything thoroughly dry with a towel and pressed a tender kiss to Jo’s pussy.

“Hey, let me have a go!” Melly knelt next to Maria and gently stroked Jo’s mons pubis, then her labia. She didn’t stop, but lightly stroked her perineum and circled her anus with her fingers.

“You did well, Maria. You’ve turned little Jo into a well-groomed young woman.” She smiled. “Do we have time for me, Maria?”

Just a moment ago, Jo wanted nothing more urgently than to take a moment to calmly examine herself in front of a mirror, to look at herself, to touch herself, and to sort out her troubled emotions. But that immediately faded into the background when she saw Melly taking off one piece of clothing after another. Before Jo could fully realize that the tattooed roses on Melly’s right shoulder, which had already been visible last week, continued diagonally across her entire back and merged into a tattoo that almost took up her entire left buttock, Melly turned to her and Maria.

“Look, I had to shave a bit here this morning.” Melly ran her right hand over her labia, and Jo noticed: A picture-perfect pussy! Slightly protruding, completely closed labia, with an enviably flat stomach above.

“And do the armpits again, just to be safe!” Melly had raised both arms above her head, revealing flawlessly smooth armpits, and with this gesture, her already high, perky breasts were further lifted. A pose straight out of a Pirelli calendar, Jo couldn’t help thinking.

Meanwhile, Maria had unpacked an electrical device resembling a large hairdryer.

“If Jo could just clear the couch…”

Jo had stared first at Melly, then at the mysterious device, and then, suddenly addressed, jumped up.

“Um, I’ll shower later, when you’re done.”

“Nonsense! This is the girls’ bathroom, you’ve noticed that by now,” Melly reprimanded her.

Melly immediately took her place on the couch. She slid to the edge, bent both legs, and presented her completely hairless asshole to the other two. Do I look like that now, too? Jo wondered, and immediately found the idea overwhelmingly erotic. Maria squatted between Melly’s thighs and turned on the strange device. A faint fan noise could be heard. Then she placed the front of it on Melly’s perineum, just in front of the slightly darker-pigmented anal sphincter, and a red flash was visible around the edge.

“What’s that?”

“An IPL device. You don’t know what it is? It permanently destroys the hair cells,” Melly explained.

“Is it like epilation?”

“No, ideally the skin cells die.”

“And then nothing grows back?”

“That’s the goal. But you have to repeat it quite often. It only works on the hair roots that are currently in the growth phase.”

“I thought only salons did that.”

“It’s really expensive. These home devices are quite effective, though. Maria and I have hardly grown back any hair for many months now.”

“And that lasts a lifetime?”

“Some people claim that after years, you still have to remove a few hairs, so the whole thing isn’t 100% effective. But the bush is gone forever, you can count on that. Plus, it’s always nice and smooth, and you don’t see any dark shadows. Look at yourself; you have fair skin, and your mound glows a little darker even right after shaving. By the way, you’re welcome to keep watching us, but didn’t you want to take a shower?”

But concentration wasn’t much of a problem in the shower either. Jo felt like she was in a whirlpool, a vortex, together with the two most attractive women she knew. Could she become like that, too?

“How does that feel? Does it hurt?” Jo had to speak louder to be heard over the sound of the water.

“Sometimes it pinches a little. Totally undramatic if you’re not a wimp.”

Meanwhile, Jo stood with a towel next to Melly, whose armpits were being flashed by Maria while she stood up, and watched, spellbound. Maria was apparently finished, and Melly grabbed Jo’s left hand and guided it between her thighs. She slid the other hand onto Jo’s mons pubis.

“And? Even freshly shaved makes a slight difference, doesn’t it?”

“Do we still have time?” Jo wanted to know.

Melly and Maria exchanged glances.

“Watch out, Jo, I’ll take it. But you have to know, there’s no going back. Your thick, sweet girl bush will be history. Even if you stop after the first time, some spots won’t have any hair left, others will have only a few, and others will have a lot. You definitely have to keep going. So the question is: Do you want to be a slug for the rest of your life, sweetie? And forget about Simon for now. As much as I wish this would be something truly permanent between you, it’s about you and your body image.” Maria had become truly serious during this little speech.

“Have you ever regretted it?”

“No, never. But I’ve never had such a wild, wicked bush as you.”

“For me, quite the opposite. Imagine a girl with no breasts and dark curly hair from her belly button to her thighs.”

“You’re exaggerating!”

“A little. But quite a lot of hair, though it didn’t cover my long labia. I wasn’t such an attractive teenager…” A comforting kiss from Melly.

“I first shaved when I was eighteen. I had a boyfriend, and I was embarrassed by all the hair. The plan was for sex to take place in the dark so he wouldn’t really see my pussy. But the guy was totally thrilled with my long lips. And then a little later, I just went to some piercing studio and got them pierced, on a whim. I didn’t even know Melly at the time. They were small, thin rings at first. They almost seemed a bit lost there. But I suddenly loved my pussy. Yes, and not a single hair has grown there since. The rest came naturally. I gradually stretched the holes with increasingly thicker jewelry. I’m now at seven millimeters. That’s it for now. I can’t wear really small thongs anymore; something always hangs out. I was even happy that the heavier rings made my lips even bigger. I’m currently considering getting two more rings on each side. Because of the clithood, I want to get there soon.” eh there…” Meanwhile, Jo was sitting back on the couch, and Maria presented the topic of discussion right in front of her.

“Okay, Jo, the question you have to ask yourself now is: Do I want to say goodbye forever to the sweet girl with the wild curls, never show myself in the sauna, the shower, or at the doctor’s like most other women with a well-groomed, trimmed triangle, but instead show everyone a completely hairless pussy forever?” Melly looked really serious at this question.

“Probably even as an old woman, you look better without pubic hair than with it,” Jo tried to encourage herself.

“Welcome to the club,” Maria grinned, and Jo heard the fan of the IPL device quietly again.

 

This time, Simon came before her. In fact, many things were different this night than on the Friday of the previous week. After a few quick bites of sushi, Simon and Jo had almost frantically disappeared into Simon’s room. Neither of them had been in the mood to go out. The door hadn’t even closed when Simon almost pounced on her. He paused briefly when he discovered her immaculately shaved mons pubis beneath her panties. And then it couldn’t happen fast enough. Jo would have loved to savor the indescribably intense feeling that bare skin on bare skin triggers for much longer. But she, too, erupted in a powerful orgasm in a flash.

It must have been around three o’clock. Sleep had been out of the question. Now she was feeling extremely hungry. Jo and Simon sneaked into the kitchen. Jo was naked, Simon had put on a very old-fashioned dressing gown that made him look somewhat aristocratic. The two girls had indeed left a lot of sushi left over. An opened bottle of white wine was also found. Suddenly, Jo heard footsteps on the stairs. Melly was startled when she noticed the two of them in the kitchen. Maria followed behind, grinning.

“What made you so hungry?” she wanted to know, immediately stealing a salmon maki with her fingers.

Simon looked worriedly in Jo’s direction: “Should I quickly get you something to put on?”

Melly burst out laughing: “Because of us?” And lifted her extremely short nightgown, presenting her pussy to everyone.

“I can take off the panties too,” suggested Maria, who was wearing nothing but sheer panties.

“I just thought Jo might be uncomfortable sitting naked in front of you all.”

More roaring laughter.

“How do you think your sweetie got such a perfectly hairless pussy? Do you think we were just drinking coffee for hours earlier? Jo’s part of the household now, and therefore belongs in our girls’ bathroom.”

Simon was actually stunned for a moment, then he grinned. “I know you, I should have known.”

 

Even afterward, Jo couldn’t fall asleep right away. Simon probably did; he was breathing evenly. His right hand was on her pussy. It was nice. It made her a little bit horny, but also felt safe. This ambivalence of her feelings kept her from falling asleep. Earlier that evening, she’d briefly felt guilty. She’d let Maria give her an orgasm. In fact, the hour in the girls’ bathroom had been one of the most erotic experiences of her adult life so far. Am I bi, she’d asked herself. After sex with Simon, she would answer the question with a ninety percent no. Or at seventy-five? Jo came to the realization that sex was much more to her than intercourse, that experiencing her own body, even with women like Melly and Maria, represented another and new form of eroticism. She wanted to become part of this shared apartment, and not just because of Simon.

 

The following Saturday, Melly was more than happy to go shopping with Jo. Of course, in stores Jo herself had never set foot in before.

 

A weekend later, Simon gave her her first corset. At the subsequent presentation at the villa on Erlenweg, Melly and Maria almost fainted and jokingly ended their friendship in view of the fantastic bust this garment gave her. It took some courage to wear the striking outfits to the clubs in the evenings. The approval of Maria and Melly, and especially Simon, helped her. Besides, she felt exceptionally good in it. The corset created a great waist, and for the first time, she was extremely pleased with her breasts.

 

Nevertheless, she was constantly plagued by doubts about whether she was actually interesting and attractive enough for Simon. Sometime in the spring, she asked Maria, of all people, the question: “Do you think I should do something differently with my hair?”

“Of course. I’ve been wondering when you’d finally figure that out,” she laughed.

“What do you suggest?” Jo asked uncertainly.

“How dare you?”

“I’ve always been totally conservative with my hair. It always suited me. But now it’s kind of boring. I’ve never dyed it…”

“Then it’s about time, sweetheart. You know, I’ll definitely get them as white as Simon’s. Trust me!”

“No,” Jo cried, alarmed. “For God’s sake, nothing that extreme!”

After tough negotiations, a deep blue-black color was achieved on Saturday afternoon at the hair salon where Maria worked. However, Maria had sectioned off a not-too-small section on her forehead and actually bleached it white. Simon, to whom Jo uncertainly presented the result that evening, was thrilled. Only through vehement protests could Jo stop Maria from cutting her white hair into bangs. Maria complained about this to the others. Nevertheless, from then on, she made sure that her roots were regularly touched up.

 

Chapter 3

 

Maria gets up, takes several boxes of photos from the shelf, and places them on the coffee table. After searching for a while, she holds a DIN A5 print under Jo’s nose.

“Look, that was our first WGT together, right? How sweet!”

 

Jo still remembered it well. The closer Pentecost approached, the busier the residents of Simon’s house on Erlenweg became. The obligatory trip to Leipzig for the WGT, the Wave Gothic Meetup, was being planned. At first, Jo didn’t understand what was so complicated about it, until she realized how demanding everyone was of her outfits. Jo had been given the week before Pentecost off after her written exams and was thus part of the preparations, which mainly affected Melly and Maria.

 

After Maria had once again treated almost Jo’s entire body with the IPL device, Melly sat down on one of the chairs and asked Maria to finally give her the promised undercut.

Jo had sat down on the toilet and urgently needed to pee. None of the three would have thought of leaving the room for that. After all, they were in their girls’ bathroom.

Maria gathered all the dark hair on top and pinned it. The hair below this horizontal parting, mostly the bleached hair, she combed straight down. To Jo’s utter astonishment, Melly simply had all her blonde hair shaved off.

“They were already damaged, and an undercut goes perfectly with my outfit.”

After the clipper, Maria took a wet razor, and below a horizontal line running around the head about three centimeters above the ears, only smooth white skin remained. Melly was very excited and told Maria: “Come on, put a tight bun on my neck, er, on the back of my head, I mean.” All three of them ran naked into the fireplace room to present their results to Simon.

Maria brought half a wardrobe of clothes downstairs. A little later, Melly had put on an olive-green, skin-tight uniform blouse and very skimpy black panties, over which she wore a garter belt to which she attached black fishnet stockings. She put a corset over the blouse and placed an army cap in the olive green of the blouse on her head.

“Done. Just a little makeup left, and I’ll skip the boots for now.” Are you taking me like this?”

Applause. Melly threatened Maria with a riding crop: “Now you, my sweet slave!”

In mock obedience, Maria put on what Melly had chosen from the collection that was now hanging and lying in the hallway. She chose an ultra-short leather miniskirt, which Jo would have called a belt a few months earlier, and squeezed herself into a black corset that, like Melly’s, ended below her breasts. She wore nothing underneath, though.

“Is that it?” Simon wondered.

“Well, of course, there will be panties underneath, and stockings and so on, I still have to find something. Wait a minute!”

“Unbelievable! Do you really dare to do that?” Melly asked incredulously.

“I don’t know yet. It’s cool, though; I’d love to wear it sometime. I’ll show you version B. One minute…”

Jo and Simon were still amazed when Maria returned from upstairs, each with an X of black tape over her nipples.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time. I still have to think of something for my hair.”

Then Jo came into focus. She was letting the black nail polish dry on her fingernails and protested, at first slightly, then almost desperately, when Simon repeatedly brought up the idea that Maria should shave her undercut. To top it all off, Maria also gave her a pair of black lace panties.

“They’re made for you.”

Melly, meanwhile, squeezed her into her black corset.

“That’s all there is? You’re crazy! I might as well leave the panties off altogether,” complained Jo.

“Well, your wildly curly pussy from the winter would really stand out. But like this, it looks hot, but not forbidden.” Melly picked out a particularly wide garter belt.

“Then you’ll barely see half of the panties,” she tried to persuade. Jo looked at Simon and clearly saw that he didn’t like her being so pretentious. But she didn’t give in. Finally, Maria found a nearly floor-length, sheer black tulle skirt, which Jo pulled over it. Although the black stockings, suspenders, and panties were still clearly visible through it, Jo felt a little more clothed.

 

In the days that followed, the atmosphere between Simon and her remained somewhat tense. He clearly resented her for defying his ideas. Jo was unsure of herself. On the one hand, she admired women like Melly and Maria for their courage. She also really liked gothic outfits, especially sexy ones. On the other hand, she simply lacked the courage to let them do that to her. The situation between her and Simon didn’t exactly ease when Maria surprised her on Thursday evening with her WGT hairstyle. She had gotten a deathhawk. A colleague had completely shaved both sides of her head and left a mohawk in the middle. But it was long enough that the hair could be styled to one side or the other or raised with plenty of hairspray. While Melly enthusiastically pounced on her friend and the two then fell on each other in her room, Jo received a sour look from Simon. Later, there was a makeup test. Melly was always in charge of the makeup, even if they just went out dancing in the evening. Jo had always enjoyed this and had now learned the basics of gothic makeup. When it was her turn, Melly suddenly said, “This constant plucking of your eyebrows is a real waste of time, and they never turn out very well. Let’s stop that now.”

Before Jo realized what this was all about, she had already had wax applied to her right eyebrow.

“No!” came the spontaneous reply.

“What is it?” wondered Melly, “Besides, it’s too late, sweetheart. We can’t get it off like this anymore. One, two, three,” and Melly, laughing, showed her a wax strip covered in dark hairs. Tears welled up in Jo’s eyes. From pain, from helplessness. Simon had just passed by the open bathroom door and watched the scene with obvious satisfaction. The second eyebrow was already falling victim to the wax. A few stray hairs were plucked out. Jo dabbed tears from her eyes and stared in the mirror at two reddened patches where her eyebrows had once been. The next morning, she got into the car, taciturn but with makeup that was darker and more beautiful than ever, with thin, painted-on brows, eyeshadow, and charcoal-gray lipstick. There were five of them. Mark was actually with them, but Matti had to work against it and was furious. Because the Jaguar was too small, Simon had borrowed his father’s car. They traveled in a brand-new Range Rover. In Leipzig, Jo almost instantly forgot her resentment. She had the feeling everyone there was just there to look at each other, to see and be seen. And for the first time, she didn’t feel like an outsider. She certainly wasn’t the most striking figure there. But Simon, willowy and dressed all in black, obviously enjoyed being with her, and she enjoyed it. As she lay on her mattress at night, or rather toward morning, after the first exciting day, simply unable to fall asleep, she decided to be more open to changes in her appearance in the future. After all, she felt she was fine with it.

 

The summer was relaxed. Jo had graduated with good vocational qualifications and was now looking for a job. It was a done deal that she would move in with Simon on Erlenweg. A wonderful time was dawning for her. Things were going well between the two. They had sex so much and so intensely that Jo had never imagined before. And even beyond the physical, the two became inseparable. Ultimately, even Jo’s reaction to Simon’s housewarming gift couldn’t change that.

 

‘Surprise,’ they had said, and then they ended up in a piercing studio. Simon had obviously made an appointment for her. The idea of ​​getting pierced actually appealed to Jo, as she’d only ever had traditional earlobe piercings. But the way it was done unsettled her deeply. The piercer also clearly assumed they’d agreed on everything and told Jo something about the septum piercing. This much she knew: It’s the nasal septum, and it certainly wouldn’t have been her first choice. But she was in a dilemma. She could call it off and embarrass Simon. He was also waiting anxiously to see how Jo would react. Was she jeopardizing their relationship? She didn’t have time to think about it. Resolutely, she grabbed the pen handed to her, signed the required details, and had a black ring with a ball clasp inserted into her nose. To punish Simon, she didn’t say a word about it afterward, avoided looking in any mirror that came to hand, as difficult as it was for her, and went home as if they had just bought some bread. That evening, she left Simon sitting in the living room by the fireplace and sat with the two girls in their room, where she now exchanged piercing stories with Maria.

 

The next morning, in front of the mirror, Jo realized that she liked it. And she resolved to get more piercings regularly from now on, until she had at least surpassed Maria. She didn’t tell Simon this. But she didn’t listen to her about her hair. She could see that it pricked Simon every time Maria or Melly had a fresh shave. But after all, she was looking for a serious job. She obviously already looked too unusual for that, she decided.

When they went to the M’era Luna Festival in Hildesheim together at the beginning of August, Jo had recently had her tongue pierced. Simon was extremely astonished when, a few days later, she stuck her still slightly swollen tongue into his mouth, and the stud on his piercing made a metallic sound. Jo wasn’t quite sure whether his enthusiasm wasn’t also tinged with a hint of disappointment that this time he hadn’t initiated and determined the change. For the festival, Maria actually dared to leave the tape off her pierced nipples. This caused quite a stir. Jo had left off the skirt without comment and felt comfortable with it. She had even tried on one of the open-back corsets beforehand. Melly had laughingly forbidden her to wear it: “It’s porn on you, sweetie, they’ll arrest you.”

 

On the other hand, Simon often hit the nail on the head with Jo. One evening, Jo found a small red velvet pouch on her pillow. It was surprisingly heavy. At first, she couldn’t figure out what the object she was unwrapping was for. Shiny stainless steel, a cone about four centimeters long, about one inch thick at its thickest point, terminating in a point at the front. The thicker end was followed by a fairly thin section, a sort of stem, which merged into a round plate, a knob at least two centimeters in diameter, and was adorned at the end with a shiny black stone. Jo had no experience with dildos or other toys, but this thing was clearly too small for her. It belonged, there was no other option, in her anus.

Simon had repeatedly included her anus during sex, and Jo had discovered that it turned her on when he first inserted one, then two fingers. She had discovered her anal sphincter as an erogenous zone, also whenever Maria or Melly removed the few remaining hairs there. The butt plug felt cool in her hand, and she was excited, but on the other hand, the thing was considerably thicker than a finger. Didn’t that hurt? Damn, where was the lubricant they sometimes use? In the bedside table, where else? There was no time to undress. The short, tight skirt was pushed up over her hips. Luckily, Jo was only wearing one of her tiny thongs. The string on her anus was easily pushed aside. A probably too generous amount of lubricant slid from her right middle finger up and into her anus, and then Jo inserted the still-cool plug. First there was resistance, a slight cramping, and then, surprisingly, a simple pop, and the plug was in. A slight foreign body sensation arose. Did you see anything? The hand mirror was in the bathroom. So Jo stood with her legs wide apart in front of her wall mirror, bent down low, and looked between her legs. My God, that looked really hot, Jo thought. Ever since Maria had first shown her her shaved asshole, Jo had been genuinely turned on by fondling her butt or simply looking at it in the mirror. The round stud with the shiny black stone, not even remotely concealed by the thin string of her thong, was an erotic eye-catcher between her firm buttocks.

“Oh, too bad, it’s already unwrapped,” Simon startled her out of her self-contemplation. Jo spontaneously sat up straight.

“No, stay like that!”

“Can’t. You have to fuck me right now, I think.”

“But from behind, I absolutely have to be able to see your hot ass while I do it.”

 

Jo loved her butt plug. During sex, it felt completely full. She hardly wanted to go without it. Sometimes she would insert it in the afternoon and wear it for hours. Then she would feel it again and again, and it made her incredibly horny. It was inevitable that others would notice this at some point. Jo had already showered earlier that evening and, with pleasure, inserted the plug. She was standing in the girls’ bathroom, applying body lotion when Melly rushed in.

“I just need to go to the bathroom.” And then she was sitting behind Jo. Even as the water continued to splash, Jo heard: “Wow! You little goth bitch, walking around here with a plug. That’s cool!”

Somewhat embarrassed, Jo remained silent.

“How does that feel? I’ve always wanted to try it. Is what I read true?”

“What do I read?” Jo was now infected by her friend’s enthusiasm. “I guess you can add another fifty percent to what you’ve read,” she laughed. She bent over, spread her buttocks slightly in front of Melly, and pulled on her plug. Slowly, with a light smack, it passed through her anal sphincter. Before Melly could find a word, Jo rinsed it off and showed it to Melly. “Would you like to try it?”

“May I?”

“Would I ask otherwise?”

Melly had finished the rinse and was standing in front of Jo with her panties down.

“Take off your panties and turn around!”

“Wait, I haven’t washed myself yet.”

“It doesn’t matter. Your pussy looks really hot when it’s wet.”

“What do I have to do?”

“Just bend over a little and relax.”

Jo put as much saliva on her right hand as she could and spread it around and inside Melly’s anus. Melly moaned slightly as Jo gently penetrated her with her finger.

“Don’t tell Maria what I’m doing to you. I’m sure I’ll get into trouble.”

“We only get in trouble because we don’t let them watch,” laughed Melly.

“So, it’s already nicely warmed up.” Jo placed the tip of the plug against Melly’s anal sphincter, applied light pressure, adjusted the direction slightly, and immediately the plug disappeared into Melly’s anus.

“Not bad!” Melly straightened up, then immediately turned her anus toward the wall mirror. “Not bad at all! Wait, I just need to show it to Maria.” And in the doorway: “Can I borrow it until tomorrow?”

“Go ahead! I still have a spare.”

That was true. Simon had once surprised her with a beautifully decorated plug, which, at three centimeters in diameter, was in a whole different league. A great feeling during sex, Jo thought.

She had also ordered a pretty stainless steel plug for herself, which ended not in a round plate, but in a kind of banana. It fit more comfortably between her buttocks and was easier to wear in everyday life. But it had really turned Jo on to give her friend the plug she had just worn. So she rushed out of the bathroom after Melly and frantically searched for the large plug in the drawer. It almost disappeared inside her, she was so excited. If Simon doesn’t come home soon, I’ll go to Melly and Maria’s and get the sex I desperately need right now, Jo thought, only half-jokingly. But then she heard the front door.

 

In November, the underlying conflict between Jo and Simon became more noticeable again. Matti was to blame, one day bringing his new conquest, Sophie, to Erlenweg. At first glance, she was a thin, shy girl who looked at everyone with her huge, doe-eye eyes as if there were no evil in the world. Moreover, after just a short time, she moved around the house with an inappropriate ease, Jo thought. Now, it wasn’t as if any of the other residents, with the exception of Mark, behaved in the slightest bit prudishly. They had enjoyed lying naked in the romantic garden all summer long, occasionally running around the house naked, or forgetting to lock the bathroom after taking a shower. Nobody had a problem with that. But after just a few days, Sophie seemed to be explicitly keen to be seen naked. Not that there was much to see, in Jo’s opinion. The committed vegan was too thin even by Jo’s standards, and her small breasts sagged a bit. But her somewhat naive, wide-eyed gaze seemed to have an effect on the boys. Matti cared for her like a princess, and Simon, too, was exceptionally courteous toward her. Jo wondered what her appeal to Simon was. Sophie was light years away from the class that the equally slim Maria possessed. The narrow face with the rather small mouth, the enormous eyes, above which, apart from often rather clumsily painted eyebrows, arched a very, almost unnaturally high forehead? This forehead reminded her of the women depicted in Renaissance paintings. Jo’s high forehead touched a sore spot. Not only did she find her face too round, she was also annoyed by her low hairline. The clever Maria had softened the look somewhat by bleaching her forehead hair. But Jo wasn’t satisfied with herself. To make matters worse, Sophie also had an undercut under her dyed-black hair. This was grist to Simon’s mill. Outwardly, Jo turned a deaf ear, but inwardly she was searching for a solution. Then, by chance, she made a discovery.

 

One morning, as she stumbled into the kitchen, Sophie was once again sitting in her favorite spot by the window. Naturally, she was just as she’d gotten out of Matti’s bed, wearing a short nightgown and with tousled hair. A dull November sun shone through the window, and Jo suddenly thought she’d spotted a dark glimmer on the upper part of Sophie’s sunlit forehead. Throughout breakfast, she watched Sophie as inconspicuously as possible. When Sophie disappeared into the bathroom—she had, of course, also claimed the girls’ bathroom for herself—Jo waited about a quarter of an hour and then burst in, seemingly inadvertently. As she retreated apologetically, she saw Sophie in front of the mirror shaving not only her undercut but also her forehead. Jo thought hard for two days before she summoned the courage to reveal herself to Maria. They were sitting together having coffee in the conservatory, and Jo’s entire problem with Simon suddenly bubbled out of her, and she didn’t care that Melly had joined them in the meantime. At some point, Jo fell silent, a tear rolling down her cheek. Then Maria and Melly revealed themselves as the best friends a girl could wish for. First, they comforted Jo unconditionally. Then they tried to analyze the problem rationally.

“I wouldn’t worry about Sophie when it comes to Simon,” Melly said, and Maria nodded in agreement.

“She’s not serious competition. I’ve noticed that Simon puts a lot of pressure on you sometimes. He’s a pretty bossy guy, he likes to be in control. Over himself, but also over others. It’s quite possible that he’s deliberately focusing his attention on Sophie to make you feel pressured. He is a bit manipulative, our Simon. On the other hand, I, Maria, and I are quite sure that he truly loves you, Jo. That’s why I think he would never do anything that would be to your detriment. At least, in his opinion. And finally, forget your old fear of not looking like the typical, average goth girl! Why do you think Simon is so into you? Because you’re different from the mold, because you’re special. He also basks a little in the attention of others. After all, you two are the unofficial goth dream couple of the city. Didn’t you know that?”

Jo was a little comforted. Simon and she, the scene’s dream couple? No one had ever told her that.

“But what am I supposed to do if he keeps pushing me to do something?”

“Well, I’d ask myself if I want that, or can at least imagine it. If not, you just have to stay tough. And you can.”

All three laughed.

“Otherwise, maybe just go along with it. You’re a little into it, right? Otherwise, you wouldn’t be with Simon.”

Jo felt caught out, even though she’d never thought of it this clearly.

“But always push hard somewhere else,” Maria demanded. “He needs it. We both had a lot of fun with the piercing.”

“You noticed?” Jo wondered.

“Of course. We didn’t know how it went with the septum. But the look on your face when you got home spoke volumes. And these cheeks are amazing, honestly,” Melly explained. Jo reflexively rubbed her cheeks, which hadn’t been swollen for a few days, and in each of which a black ball was slowly forming a small dimple. “I wasn’t sure if that wouldn’t look too cute again.”

“You and your cute-phobia,” Melly complained.

“So how do I solve the Sophie problem?” Jo asked the group, who were now sitting with their wine.

“Jo, you don’t have a Sophie problem. She’ll be out of here in a few weeks and no one will think about her anymore. The question is: What do you want?”

“I think I know,” Maria interrupted Melly. “Do you trust me, Jo?”

“Like with my eyebrows?” Jo laughed, a little uncertainly.

“Something like this.”

Three girls and a bottle of wine disappeared into the upstairs bathroom, along with Maria’s hairdressing tools. Jo’s heart palpitations, a mixture of fear and excitement, suddenly reminded her of their first bathroom session together in winter. And that still gave her goosebumps. She was a little into exposing herself and her body to others, she suddenly realized. Melly had recognized this frighteningly well.

“Maria, no undercut, promise me!”

“I know, silly,” Maria promised and began sectioning off some of Jo’s frontal hair, who was sitting on a chair in front of her.

“Should I cut bangs first? You know, it’s overdue anyway; your hair has already suffered significantly from the bleaching.”

“Fine by me,” whispered Jo, while Melly poured herself another glass of red wine, sitting on the edge of the tub. A few minutes later, Jo, flanked by Maria and Melly, looked at herself in the large mirror. A white-blonde fringe ended perfectly straight high on her forehead. Maria explained that she’d only sectioned off a relatively small amount of hair for the bangs. They could, of course, be extended and thickened. Jo and Melly shook their heads at the same time.

“That makes my face even rounder,” groaned Jo. “So what now? They’re really short now.”

“Well, plan A, of course,” laughed Maria, “off!”

Jo’s stomach lurched.

“Shave it off? You can even see that on Sophie, and even more so with my dark hair.”

“No, I have another idea. Ready?” Maria interrupted. Without waiting for an answer, she tied all of her long hair back into a ponytail at the back of her head. Then she grabbed the clippers, attached a comb, and within a minute shaved all of her bangs down to a length of six millimeters.

“Voila. It looks strange at first, but you can already see your new hairline,” Maria said happily. Then she unpacked a number of wax strips, which are actually intended for removing hair from the underarm or intimate area.

“Don’t look so skeptical, it’ll work. We sometimes use them in the salon for clients who have unwanted hair on their foreheads or temples. Okay, there are a few more here. It’s going to hurt a little, little one.”

Without waiting any longer, Maria applied the first wax strip, pressed it firmly, and ripped it off before she had finished counting to three. Tears welled up in Jo’s eyes. Then she saw a bald patch above her forehead in the mirror.

“You’re crazy!” Jo felt hot and cold at the same time. Wasn’t Maria her friend, why was she mutilating her?

“Just wait, it’ll be okay,” Maria reassured her. After several more attacks with wax strips, she made a few minor adjustments with tweezers, dabbed the depilated area with cool water, and finally revealed herself in the mirror. Jo was speechless. Instead of the previously horizontal hairline, it now extended in a high arch across her forehead—no, the front of her head. Her hair ended well above the curve of her skull, in the horizontal area.

“Isn’t that a bit high?” Jo asked uncertainly.

“Well,” Melly chimed in, “you already have a rather unusually high forehead, sweetie. But I have to say, it suits you. Maria, you’re brilliant! Jo, wait a minute, I’ll quickly get my makeup case!”

Another fifteen minutes later, the reddened areas had disappeared under white powder, as had her entire face. Her eyelids were painted dark and flared outward. Black lipstick was added. By omitting the eyebrows, her forehead appeared even higher and her entire face actually less round. On either side of her forehead, Jo’s shiny black hair fell well past her shoulders. Maria and Melly fell into each other’s arms and congratulated each other.

“Okay, Jo, nobody calls you cute anymore,” Melly explained, “but you are by far the cutest gothic princess in the world.”

Laughing, Jo lunged at Melly as she fled from the bathroom down the stairs. Jo followed her, naked as she was. At the bottom of the stairs, they almost collided with Simon, who had just walked in the front door. He stood rooted to the spot, took a step back from Jo, and looked her up and down. She beamed at him, “You can forget that undercut.”

Melly and Maria retreated to the parlor, giggling. Simon took Jo’s hand and gently pulled her behind him into their rooms. He looked so serious that Jo was beginning to feel frightened.

“Do you like it?” she asked uncertainly.

“More than anything, Princess,” he insisted somewhat pathetically.

“Then show me and take off your clothes, you lucky bastard!”

“Wait, sit on me! I want to see your face, your hair in front of me when you come.”

The next morning, Jo took her time in the bathroom. She stood in front of the mirror and examined herself closely. Yes, she liked herself. Even if Simon left her tomorrow, she wouldn’t want to change anything about her appearance. But how was her relationship with Simon? Yesterday, they had the best sex in weeks. Could they only continue their relationship as long as she regularly underwent changes? Don’t think about it, Josephine, she implored herself.

 

A week later, Sophie disappeared from the house on Erlenweg. Matti didn’t comment further, but didn’t seem particularly bothered either.

Maintaining Jo’s hair in the style she had initially proved more difficult than expected. Since there was no way to wait for stubble to grow back, every single hair that appeared had to be plucked out immediately. But Jo was finally satisfied with how she looked, so she gladly accepted the time investment in the morning.

 

Then, unexpectedly, Simon’s father offered Jo a job. His long-time employee had resigned to join her husband, and he needed someone to handle appointments, correspondence, and bookkeeping. The hours were somewhat irregular; Jo could do some of it at home, where Simon had set up her own office in the attic, and the pay was above average. Jo’s father also had no qualms about Jo’s appearance. Jo put a lot of effort into it.

 

When Simon gave her a tattoo for Christmas, she was less surprised than he had thought. After all, they had often mentioned that she found Melly’s back very beautiful, for example. She was also familiar with Simon’s way of presenting her with a fait accompli. She was briefly tempted to cancel the appointment Simon had already scheduled for the day after the holidays out of pure spite, but then changed her mind. Shortly before New Year’s Eve, when Melly and Maria returned from their Christmas visits to their respective families, Jo proudly presented them with a large tattoo on the front of her right thigh. In an oval, baroque-decorated picture frame was the profile of a woman’s head from the Renaissance period, entirely in black.

“So, did he ask you beforehand?” Maria wanted to know.

“No, not really.”

“And you still went along with it?”

“Sure, I’d been thinking about it for a while. Besides, I could pull the same stunt I did with the piercings. How long did your back take in total?”

“Yeah, you’re starting to get a lot of pressure!” Melly teased.

“Well, not exactly. Tell me, Maria, has Simon ever actually seen your labia piercings?”

“Well, if he’s not blind and deaf, he should at least know about them.”

“Right. Stupid question. We’re all running around the house naked all the time, anyway. And how long after getting pierced does it take until you can have sex again?”

“It actually goes really quickly. Look!” Maria pulls her jeans and panties down to her knees, realizes she can’t spread her legs properly, and completely removes her pants. I left the extra rings in October, and last week I was able to put in the next size. I’m now at 3.2 millimeters, and I might go up to four. Sex with a condom is actually possible immediately, but without it after about two weeks.”

Even though the women regularly use the bathroom together and meet more or less naked almost daily, Jo immediately feels extremely aroused with Maria’s adorned pubic area right in front of her.

“Those are only four rings. Didn’t you get four more pierced?”

“Can’t you see that? In the first, back ones, I only have tunnels now. My piercer said that with such great labia, you have to do something and convinced me to stretch them a bit further. They’re ten millimeters now. Maybe I’ll go up to twelve or fourteen. Melly, get the big, thin rings, you know! I usually wear rings in my tunnels. But if I have to sit for a long time or am with my family, I take them out. I already have to touch my crotch often enough when something pinches again.”

“Which I think is totally sweet,” Melly enthused, kneeling in front of Maria to reinsert the missing rings.

“Would that suit me?” Jo pulled down her tiny thong and lifted her short skirt.

“Jo, we know your pussy better than anyone else, except maybe Simon. But you can still show it to us from time to time.”

“Are you laughing at me, you…”

“No, nonsense, but you’ll have to ask Maria about piercings, I’m a scaredy-cat.”

“Scaredy-cat! But of course it suits you. Look, your inner labia could easily fit three rings each. Unlike me, you could get your outer ones pierced too. It just heals a little slower. And look, there’s still more to it…”

“Stop! It’s okay!”

“The question is, why didn’t you take action long ago?” Melly puts her finger in the wound.

Jo blushes a little.

“Oh man, you know me. Of course I can just go there and get my pussy pierced. I did it with my tongue and my cheeks, too. But that wouldn’t be as appealing as if…”

“…if Simon had you, uh, pierced there without your knowledge,” Melly interrupted.

“I’m telling you, you know me.”

“Then we need a plan, of course. And it has to be sophisticated.”

“Exactly, Maria. For one thing, Simon has to be totally turned on by the idea of ​​piercing his beloved there. And for another, he has to be clear that Jo would at least accept it. Because I think our manipulative friend knows a few moral boundaries, too.”

“Neither of them is that difficult. Watch out: The next time I get the chance, I’ll walk right into Simon’s face like I did now, so he won’t be able to ignore my jewel box,” Maria ran her right hand over her pussy and it rang softly, “at all. Then Melly comes over, acts a little embarrassed for a moment, and then tells me how proud she is that I got so extensively pierced for her. As we continue the conversation, we’ll include how extensively his lover looks at my pussy at every opportunity. And sometimes plays with it, too.”

“That’s not true!”

“Too bad! But go ahead! Try it out and see if it’s for you!”

Jo carefully took her labia in her right hand. They felt warm, soft, and supple. What a contrast to the hard, shiny metal. She wanted to play with them for much longer. Maybe with her tongue.

“So, overpromise?”

“Um, no, when does the plan start?”