Black Wedding 2 – Becoming the bride

Black Wedding

 

Part 2 – Becoming the bride

 

Chapter 4

 

“Look how you’ve changed! Crazy!”

There are now a lot of photos on the coffee table. Maria is looking through a stack. Jo is looking over her shoulder.

“New Year’s Eve. I hadn’t even been with Simon for a year. But look, how sweet!”

“That’s right. I was still cute back then.”

Jo strokes Maria’s cheek.

“We were both still innocent and sweet. It was a crazy party. And of course, with a real Simon action.”

 

The New Year’s Eve party took place on Erlenweg. Even Mark was actively involved in the preparations, and Simon displayed a perfectionism that was exhausting for everyone. Then the time had come. Simon and Jo acted as hosts for around sixty guests, almost the entire dark side of the city, as well as a few neighbors and Simon’s father and his girlfriend. Shortly after midnight, after everyone had toasted, Simon asked for quiet in the large hall, where most of the guests were gathered. A free circle formed around him, and he pulled Jo into it. Then he knelt before her and asked her: “Josefine, you are my princess. Will you also be my wife?” First there was complete silence, then a murmur among the guests. Jo felt weak in the knees. They had never talked about marriage or far-reaching plans for the future. Until now, everything had always happened naturally. And now this typical Simon stunt. Instead of asking her alone and quietly, here was the all-or-nothing question in front of sixty people. Because wouldn’t ‘I’ll think about it’ simultaneously mean rejecting Simon in front of everyone? On the other hand: Simon had never been so close to her, had never been so exposed to her decision. And didn’t she really want to spend her life, as far as she could see, with this man?

“Yes, you impudent fellow,” she said, louder than expected, and huge applause erupted.

The New Year’s Eve party also led to further unexpected twists. A girl was staying over at Mark’s more and more often. For two weeks, Melly, Maria, and Jo tried hard to catch up with her at some point, but the shy Mark was also cautious. Then Jo pulled off the coup. When she came home from the office, a girl at the front door was just about to leave. Jo reacted lightning fast: “Oh, Mark isn’t here yet? It’s okay, come in, he’ll be right there. By the way, I’m Jo, actually Josefine, but everyone calls me Jo. Didn’t I see you at our New Year’s Eve party?”

And there she was, sitting in the kitchen between Maria, Melly, and Jo, a cup of coffee in her hand. Even though, despite the most subtle questioning, they didn’t learn much more than that she was a nurse named Rita, she obviously felt comfortable in their company. When Mark came home later, he had no choice but to grab a coffee and sit down. Rita quickly became a regular resident of Erlenweg, and this livened up the house considerably. Maria did a great job convincing Rita that it was a sacrilege to dye her beautiful, long, dark-blonde hair black. So, at the beginning of March, after a visit to Maria’s salon, Rita presented herself to the others, somewhat shyly in white-blonde. Next to the almost 1.80 m tall, newly blonde, the three other girls looked almost dwarfs.

 

In mid-January, Simon wanted to meet Jo in the city that afternoon. A conspiratorial wink between Melly and Maria. And right on. Over a quick coffee, Simon told her that he had made an appointment at the piercing studio. An engagement present, as he called it. Jo acted surprised when Jenny, whom she would almost call her regular piercer, asked her to undress down there. It’s amazing how little I mind undressing in front of almost strangers, Jo thought as she lay down on the couch. Jenny now took a close look at her intimate area. But the couch was so flat that Jo couldn’t see.

“That’s perfect. I’ll start with the vertical one.” Jenny announced, and before Jo could ask, she felt a sharp, burning pain and the feeling that someone had pierced her clitoris. What was Simon doing to her? Had he actually gotten her a clitoral piercing?

“It wasn’t that bad, was it? You have a nicely developed foreskin, though.”

An incredible sense of relief spread through Jo. A clitoris piercing! She could live with that. Her pearl had remained undamaged.

“You can do the horizontal one too, right? Then it’ll be a breeze.” Jenny chattered on, unimpressed. Jo was so relieved that she simply nodded, and only when the pliers were applied did she realize that Jenny was obviously piercing her with another intimate piercing. Another nasty, albeit brief, pain. And Jenny was probably already inserting the jewelry.

“Super beautiful! Want to see?” Jenny conjured up a hand mirror, and finally, Simon, who had been unusually quiet and simply holding her hand, became active and helped her sit up a little.

“Look! I’ve put in a rather small ring horizontally. You can swap that later, though. Vertically, a barbell, of course. That feels much better than a ring.” A conspiratorial wink.

Indeed, only two shiny metal balls were visible from the vertical piercing. One lay directly on the upper base of the foreskin, where it had been pierced, the other just barely protruded below. Halfway through, the foreskin had been pierced horizontally. There lay the closure ball of a small silver ring.

“The Magic Cross!” whispered Jenny, wiping away a tiny drop of blood.

Jo immediately felt a huge disappointment. This wasn’t what she had imagined. She wanted to go home with clearly visible rings in her labia. She wanted it to feel at least a little like Maria’s. And here the session seemed to be over. Simon grinned sheepishly and tried to help her stand up. Jenny made a move to take off her gloves.

“What do you say about the labia, Jenny? Would you advise me to do it or not?”

A perplexed expression on Simon’s face, just a brief raised eyebrow from Jenny.

“They protrude quite a bit. Not that often. That wouldn’t be a problem. Do you have any specific ideas? I think it’s always nice to have them in pairs. But that’s a matter of taste. Do you want to make an appointment, or do you want to think about it?”

“Well, I think that would be cool. Can’t we do it right now?”

“Are you still feeling well? I don’t like getting too many piercings at once.”

“I was thinking of one on each side.”

“Then stand up.” We’ll have to take a look at it while we stand up.” Jenny led her to a tall wall mirror. I’m intimately pierced, Jo thought involuntarily when she saw the small silver ring and the two balls on her foreskin. Decent girls don’t do that, was her second thought. But Jenny was already tugging at her labia.

“You’ve got plenty of room there. I could pierce you with a row of three rings on each side. Maybe four or five.”

“I was thinking of one on each side.”

“Sure, you can always think about that later. Look, I’d put it further forward. It’ll be more comfortable to start with. And it looks nice from the front. I’ll draw a sketch.”

What was going on with Simon?

“Honey, what do you think? Further forward or further down?”

Was Simon actually a little embarrassed?

“I think further down is cute too. Then you can see the piercing clearly from behind when you’re standing,” Jenny explained.

“I think I want people to see her from behind, too.”

“You have slim thighs, that’ll work.” Jenny pulled the left lip out, shining a small flashlight through it.

“We don’t want to hit a blood vessel.”

Then she drew a dot and tried to mark the identical spot on the right. Simon was still quite passive. This wasn’t really the experience Jo had imagined. The whole process didn’t excite her in the slightest as she’d hoped. Everything felt sober, technical. In her disappointment, she bullied Simon a little. Because he was still sitting on his chair next to the couch, Jo was able to push her pussy right in his face.

“Tell me, honey! Is this the right place? Do you want to see my rings when you, you know, look at me from behind…? Or should Jenny make several at once?”

“Um, isn’t that a bit much for you?” came from Simon.

“I can’t decide. They should actually be clearly visible from all sides. Jenny, how many should I have done on each side? And where would you have them done?”

“Well, if you’re planning a row anyway, it’s easier to arrange them in one go. The number depends a bit on the ring thickness. We could easily make five delicate 1.6mm rings per side. If you want stronger rings, maybe even stretch them, you should maybe only have three done at slightly wider intervals.” If Jenny understood the game Jo was playing with Simon, she certainly didn’t let on.

“Can I see the rings?”

Jenny took several rings out of her drawers. “Standard would be 1.6 or 2.4 millimeters, but I can also go for 3.2 millimeters.”

“I want the thicker rings, definitely.”

“Then I’ll do three on each side. It looks great from all angles.”

The piercing itself was child’s play in comparison. A few quick pricks on the right and left.

The walk home was partly silent, or Simon talked about trivial topics. At home, Simon disappeared into his room. He still had work to do. Jo was fine with that. Off to the girls’ bathroom, pants off, hands washed, and stood in front of the large wall mirror. What she saw bore no resemblance to the excited girl with the wild curls between her thighs who had stood there a year ago. Her mons pubis hadn’t had a hint of a dark shadow for months. Jo loved that. Her clit piercings were indeed cute, she had to admit. And finally, her inner labia were getting the effect they deserved.

The bathroom door burst open, and Melly and Maria both rushed in.

“So this is where you’re hiding! Oh, how cute! A Magic Cross! I think I want the horizontal one too. Right, Melly?”

“Well, that’s what I call a jewelry box! Really hot,” Melly added. “Tell me! How was it?”

“Disappointing, really. Actually, everything started as planned. And then Jenny pierced my foreskin, first vertically, then horizontally. Then I had to demand my labia myself. Simon was a bit overwhelmed. Okay, I really annoyed him and showed him off a bit.”

“Seriously, what was the problem? You got the planned rings in the end, didn’t you? And they look totally hot, sweetie.”

“I don’t know, it was supposed to go differently. Perhaps more involuntarily…”

“You two are so complicated! Now get your sweet ass over to Simon and make peace with him, you little princess!”

Jo found Simon in his study, which she had quietly entered. She hadn’t put her pants back on.

“Well, wouldn’t you at least like to take a look at it in peace?”

She pulled him into the adjoining bedroom.

“I got the impression you didn’t like them,” Simon objected somewhat uncertainly. Damn, she didn’t know him like that.

“Why? You wouldn’t normally have such reservations.”

“I don’t know. You were so…different. And I got the impression you only got those six rings pierced out of spite.”

Jo had turned on the light and stood directly in front of the mirror.

“Do they look like spite piercings? Or do they just look hot?”

“That’s the hottest luxury pussy you can imagine, if you ask me.”

“That’s how I see it, too. Real sex is out of the question today, sorry. But maybe you’d like to play with my ass a little. I’ll stay like this, though, so I can see myself.”

What a feeling! An electric shock, a high voltage! No one had prepared her for the effect that small bullet would have on her clit. This rather inconspicuous rod, which Jenny had inserted vertically into her clitoral hood, was a complete turbo. After a week, Jo had gotten condoms and, as Simon came out of the shower naked, threw him backward onto the bed. It felt like his penis was getting erect even faster. In any case, she put a condom on him, which was a bit clumsy due to lack of practice, and then very slowly sat on him. As soon as she tilted onto him from an upright position, the base of her penis exerted slight pressure on the piercing, which was transferred directly to Jo’s clitoris, which was actually hidden beneath a small pouch of skin. Jo came instantly. Simon also took barely a minute longer. The piercing rings, which repeatedly brushed against the smooth skin at the base of his penis, stimulated him immensely.

 

Jo and Simon had often had sex in the past. They never really lasted more than three days without it. Now it happened every day. And in between, Jo could barely keep her hands out of her panties. Sometimes she was so horny that she’d treat herself to a butt plug at lunchtime and wear it until bedtime. The initial frustration over the piercing experience was long forgotten.

 

“Are you coming with me? I’m just going into the city. We could grab a coffee and do some shopping on the way back.”

Simon’s question caught Jo at a bad moment. Her tight black jeans had just rubbed so badly against her pussy that she had to quickly play with herself in the room. She also took the opportunity to treat herself to the butt plug with the black stone. Although it was a bit uncomfortable, it was still Jo’s favorite. So, with a bit of frustration, she gave up and quickly put on her panties and jeans. Maria was right. All of Jo’s little mini thongs were simply no longer wearable. At least one labia with rings was always sticking out the side. Simon found that hot. It looked daring, but it was unbearable when that little bit of fabric crease pulled into the folds. She absolutely had to buy a few more larger panties in the city.

In a boutique, Jo had found several panties in an unusual size for her. A wistful farewell. For a year, she had only worn thongs with a tiny triangle that sometimes didn’t even fully cover her labia. That was over forever. Two pairs of panties had a cut that Jo herself would have rejected as too old-fashioned in her old life. They covered more than half of her buttocks at the back. The leg openings ran in the groin crease at the front. The waistband ended just below the belly button. But they were sheer and completely transparent. In the changing room, Jo realized that all of her piercings were easily visible through them. Two other largely transparent lace panties even had cut-out legs, but with an extremely low waistband. It didn’t reach the end of the buttock crack at the back and didn’t cover the entire mons pubis at the front. So you can find sexy lingerie even with a massively pierced pussy, Jo realized with relief.

After coffee, Simon and Jo headed off in an unexpected direction. Three weeks later, they were back at the piercing studio. A follow-up check, Simon had explained.

“Then quickly undress and lie down for a bit,” Jenny suggested casually. It wasn’t really a big deal. Only when Jo pulled down her cotton panties did she suddenly realize: The butt plug! Quickly ask for the bathroom? Too late. She was already naked, and Jenny was standing right in front of her. Maybe it won’t be noticed, Jo hoped desperately.

“Both foreskin piercings are healing perfectly,” Jenny announced. “You can leave the condoms off if you want. Then put your legs up and spread them a little!” Jenny didn’t let on, even though she now had a clear view of the dark, shiny jewel in her anus. “They look really good.”

“Absolutely!” Simon, who was standing directly behind Jenny, suddenly spoke up. “I think it looks particularly good with the butt plug, don’t you?”

My God, Jo thought, Simon was discussing her innermost sanctum with a strange woman. And somehow it excited her.

“Um, yes, absolutely. I didn’t know you could wear something like that in everyday life.”

“When can Jo put in stronger rings? She wants to stretch to twelve or fourteen millimeters in the future.”

That had never been mentioned either, Jo was shocked, but she didn’t object.

“Oh, she’ll have to see if it’s still comfortable to wear. When I look, yes, there’s room. So for the next thickness, which would be four millimeters, give yourself another two months and then come see me.” And turning to Jo: “Then stand up again and take off your blouse. I have to mark it while I’m standing.”

Goosebumps! What had Simon planned? Blouse off. Actually, all that was left was… Damn, leave it at the belly button, Jo pleaded inwardly. But she knew immediately that it would be her nipples.

“Your breasts are really great,” Jenny raved with open admiration.

“Aren’t they actually too big? So isn’t it a bit too much with piercings in them?” Jo made a cautious attempt to escape.

“Oh, nonsense! Your breasts are quite large, but so perky. Picture-perfect! They should be adorned. Horizontally. I assume? Then you can put in rings after they’ve healed. Some people are really into them, and it’s chic, too.”

Meanwhile, Jenny had already marked two small black dots to the right and left of Jo’s left nipple. Now she applied a ruler again and checked the alignment. Then she did the same on the right.

“It’s better to lie down again. Sometimes your circulation isn’t quite right.” And Jo let herself be placed on the couch without protest. She had expected more pain. Okay, getting your nipples pierced isn’t exactly subject to pleasure tax. But it passes quickly. Inserting the bar hurt again, then it reduced to a bearable burning sensation.

“You can put your bra over it, then you won’t get stuck.” With this good advice, Jenny said goodbye to them both, “until next time.” Jo had no doubt about it.

 

 

Chapter 5

 

“Is there a reason you’re looking at your wedding album right now?”

Maria snuggles back up with Jo on the couch. It’s pleasantly warm, and neither sees any reason to get dressed.

Jo feels a little caught out. “Maybe I need to trigger my guilty conscience a little?”

“Do you have one?”

“Don’t you?”

 

The wedding was supposed to take place in mid-May. When asked where the ceremony should take place, the subversive idea of ​​pretending to enter a church to fake a celebratory ceremony was briefly raised, then immediately dismissed. The registry office was unavoidable. Therefore, the ceremony would have to be held in the oldest castle possible. Of all people, Mark, who often sat with them in the living room these days, knew the right location.

 

While Simon had already meticulously planned the New Year’s Eve party, he was now at his best. In mid-March, Melly and Maria took Jo into their room and made serious faces. Melly began: “Jo, listen, we both decided to talk to you beforehand, even though Simon wants to keep it a surprise. Simon discussed with us how he envisions the wedding. And also what his bride should look like. The dress won’t be a problem, even if, if he has his way, you’re supposed to try it on blindfolded.”

“Isn’t it usually the other way around? The groom isn’t allowed to see the dress beforehand, is he?” Jo laughed.

“Maybe with others,” Maria replied with a crooked grin. Melly continued: “He also has very specific ideas about how your hair should look with the dress.”

“Not that undercut again!” Jo groaned.

“No,” Maria laughed, “that’s out of the question.”

“You’re not supposed to tell me, are you?”

Both nodded.

“So, will it look good?”

“Fantastic, if you ask me. Simon is right, of course. At normal weddings, the bride’s dress immediately makes her stand out from the crowd. Everyone will be dressed up for your wedding, including me, of course. The bride will have to take it up a notch,” Maria explained.

“So what’s the problem?”

“It’s unconventional, to put it mildly.”

Silence.

“Well, Jo, I won’t do anything you don’t want me to. So if you tell me to tell you everything beforehand, that’s what matters to me, not some secret instructions from Simon. Then you can decide for yourself,” Maria said, and Melly nodded affirmatively.

“Please don’t laugh at me and don’t tell anyone! “There’s something totally fascinating about the idea of ​​not knowing what you’re planning to do with me,” Jo confessed. Melly grinned. “I think I know what you mean.”

“Will I keep any hair, Maria?”

“Of course, more than I do, believe me.”

“And will I be beautiful?”

“The hottest bride I’ve ever seen, I promise,” Maria swore. In a slightly uncertain voice, Jo declared, “Okay, I trust you. And I’m ready for something more extreme. But if you disfigure me, you’ll never see me again, I swear.”

The other two, now also a little uncertain, nodded.

“Oh, by the way, I can actually be seen on the street or in front of my grandma in this dress? At the M’era Luna, they would have noticed if I hadn’t been perfectly hairless under my panties. You were there.”

“Don’t worry, it’s G-rated.”

“High neck or with a decent cleavage?”

“Your boobs will look great, sweetie,” Melly laughed.

“Why?”

“Oh, I have an idea.”

“Tell me! Now!” they both shouted.

 

The plan was for Jo to get a large tattoo on her décolletage two weeks before the event. She had easily saved up the money, since she rarely spent any when living with Simon. She had already developed the design with the tattoo artist beforehand. It was a butterfly, a moth, viewed from above, positioned centrally above her breasts. The tail reached almost between her breasts, the head above her jugular fossa. The wings were spread wide, their tips reaching her shoulders. They looked as if they were made of black lace. The wings showed cracks that had been crudely mended. A somber motif, predominantly black but with purple highlights. The shadow was also gray-purple. The whole thing took up practically the entire area above Jo’s breasts. A large part of the surface had been filled with color, leaving only a few light or white areas. After a single, mammoth session, Jo returned to Erlenweg by taxi, completely exhausted, where her two friends were impatiently awaiting her.

“Show me!” Melly immediately called, and when Jo dropped the light blouse and the dimensions beneath the plastic cover were visible, Maria let out a gasp and then a shrill scream.

“My present for Simon. Do you think he’ll like it?”

“If he doesn’t like it at least half as much as I do, he’s a complete idiot. My God, he’s grown up,” Maria groaned.

The two of them had summarily thrown Simon out of his own house for the two weeks before the wedding. After all, the bride, who was being made up there according to his ideas, was supposed to be a surprise for him too. Simon moved in with his father without protest. Jo thought two weeks was an endless amount of time.

The tattoo healed well and wasn’t a problem during the wedding dress fittings. Melly assured her that it would be completely visible. The fittings were actually blindfolded. Jo only felt that the dress was made of smooth, cool fabric and had a corset built in. It was a relief, since she always looked her best in corsets. Rita was also actively involved in the preparations and had been informed. Mark and Matti had to take vows of secrecy and were then allowed to stay. She could rely on them.

 

Jo leafed through the album of wedding photos again.

“Here, Simon, photographed alone for once. I almost went weak at the knees when he was waiting for me in front of the registry office that morning.”

 

Simon stood there, all in white, something she hadn’t expected. White high boots, tight white trousers with a striking silver belt buckle, a ruffled white shirt with a high stand-up collar, and a white scarf elaborately tied around it. He wore a white tailcoat over it and stood with his legs slightly apart in the photo, his gaze directed confidently at the camera. And then his hair. Now she knew where Maria had spent almost the entire night three days earlier. Instead of his almost shoulder-length hair, Simon now sported countless very thin dreadlocks that reached down past his shoulder blades, one or two of which occasionally fell over his face. The only contrast was his dark eyebrows. The only splash of color was a small dark red flower on his lapel. Jo had been overwhelmed, and Simon, too, just looked nervous at first, then he was truly speechless. This was, of course, also due to the tattoo, which he hadn’t had the slightest idea about.

 

Jo picked out a picture of herself. Yes, the black taffeta dress, which ended above the corset, leaving her cleavage and shoulders completely exposed and also lifting her breasts, showed off the tattoo better than she could have imagined. Her old dissatisfaction with her figure was now a thing of the past. Of course, the dress was anything but tame, but it wasn’t frivolous. The very simple corset was followed by a skirt, elaborately worked at the back with several layers of different black lace, which touched the floor. The hem rose dramatically towards the front, reaching at most the length of a very short miniskirt. Underneath, she wore black lace panties, which were visible at the very latest when she sat down, unless Jo immediately closed her thighs or crossed her legs. If you looked closely, you could see the piercing peeking through. It remained invisible in the official wedding photos, of course. She herself had opted for a black garter belt and suspenders, which, of course, remained completely visible. She’d grown to love those stockings on her slim, beautifully shaped legs and absolutely didn’t want to go without them for her wedding. Her feet were in adventurously high black shoes and, for once, not knee-high boots. Her fingernails and toenails were painted a dark purple, not black. So far, everything was very beautiful and well-executed, but certainly within the bounds of what one could expect from a Gothic wedding, Jo thought. If it weren’t for the hairstyle.

 

The day before the wedding, Jo had taken Maria to her salon early. She had officially registered Jo as a client. She would have to do the basics there, Maria explained. After washing, she drew a line with a comb, starting at the tip of her left ear and running vertically across her head to the right ear. She gathered all the hair before this parting and pinned it up. Maria combed the hair on the back half, which reached almost to the base of Jo’s bottom when it was wet and heavy, thoroughly, trimming only the ends minimally. Then she started putting her hair in rollers. This took a long time, and Jo bit her lip to avoid asking if she was going to get married with a head of curls. But they had agreed, after all, that she wouldn’t ask any questions. In fact, Maria applied a not-so-pleasant-smelling liquid and placed her hair under the heat cap. Then the hair was rinsed out, and another chemical was applied. Jo had never had a perm before, but with everything she knew, it had to be one. She wasn’t sure what to make of it.

“While we’re here, I’ll touch up the roots as well,” Maria explained, and got to work. Then she blow-dried the whole thing and layered it all again. In the mirror, Jo realized that she did indeed have curls on the back of her head. She also noticed that the hair in front of the parting she had made at the beginning had been left completely untreated. Damn, had Maria forgotten to touch up the roots there? Again, it took a lot of restraint not to ask. Shortly thereafter, Maria declared her work here finished.

“We’ll do the rest at home. I’m actually free today. And forget about the money. I’ve already taken care of that.”

Jo, half-finished, didn’t want to drink coffee in public, so they arrived at Erlenweg before noon and occupied the upstairs bathroom. Maria gathered the curls that fell down Jo’s back and tied them into a ponytail so tightly that they lay flat against her head.

“Now things are getting serious, sweetheart,” Maria laughed, “I’m so excited. Don’t be alarmed!”

She took the hair that was still pinned to the front half of Jo’s head in her hand and cut it radically short with scissors. Jo flinched. What was that going to do, she wondered. She became completely uneasy when she felt the front half of her head being worked on with the clippers. There had only been a small attachment, Jo remembered. So Maria really shaved off all of her hair, down to a few millimeters! Jo tried to sneak a look in the mirror.

“Hey, that’s against the agreement, Jo,” Maria reminded her, grabbing a pack of cold wax strips from the cupboard. Jo broke out in a sweat and finally blurted out, “What on earth are you doing?”

“You said you trusted us. So stick with it, okay? It’s too late anyway. I’m using the wax strips because shaving would look stupid again tomorrow. You know better than anyone. Just grit your teeth, sweetheart, it’ll pass.”

With those last words, she applied a strip of wax to the top of Jo’s head, right where her hairline had been for months. She pressed it firmly. Then a brief, sharp pain shot through Jo. She had almost forgotten how nasty the beginning had been. Maria repeated the process countless times. Only the pain, which was particularly intense in the temple area, kept Jo from thinking any further about the result. Finally, Maria’s voice reached her ear, declaring the worst over and now adjusting it with tweezers. She started talking: “Sure, I could have just shaved it off; you can see it every now and then. But I never really liked it because it always leaves a dark cast that you then have to cover with makeup. So, enough of the secrets!”

Maria turned Jo towards the mirror. After a quick glance, she couldn’t see anything for tears. She had no words for what she saw there. Maria had meanwhile undone the braid, allowing Jo to see a beautiful mane of medium-sized curls on the back of her head. The entire front part of her head, however, was completely hairless, with some light redness in places.

“Is that supposed to be a wedding hairstyle?” she asked, genuinely horrified.

“Jo, that’s exactly your hairstyle, Melly and I were sure of it. You were always so fixated on your forehead, so it was almost a logical consequence. Look how fantastically smooth it turned out. I was actually just worried that some hidden mole or something might show up.”

“But that’s kind of,” she searched for the right word, “grotesque, don’t you think?”

“My hairstyle is just as grotesque,” Maria replied. “But a lot of people wear it. I’ve never seen anything like it here. Or maybe one or two at the WGT last year,” she admitted. It was true; she had encountered several women with similar hairstyles at festivals last year. But Jo had seen them as some kind of admirable mythical creatures that had nothing to do with a little Goth girl like her. She now remembered that she had often wondered what Melly would look like with hair like that. Even back then, she would have found it fascinating on her. Could she really present herself like that? Wouldn’t others find it ridiculous?

 

She had been lying on the bed for an hour, trying to rest, but she was so nervous she just couldn’t sleep or relax at all. There was nothing left for her to do today that could serve as a distraction. Then she heard the front door lock. Melly! Finally, maybe she could have some champagne with Maria and Melly to relax. Besides, she couldn’t be alone any longer. She rushed out of her room and down the stairs, almost colliding with Mark and Rita. Both of them stopped dead and punched her in the face, even though, as she now realized, she was standing there completely naked. Rita was the first to wake from her stupor, took her head in both hands, kissed the smooth, soft skin, and murmured, “This feels so lovely!”

“You’re really the coolest chick I know,” Mark burst out.

“I knew it from the start, this is exactly your thing, Jo. Otherwise, I would have already discussed it with Simon, you can believe me,” Melly enthused. Everyone was now sitting in the kitchen with coffee and was very excited. Jo was experiencing a rollercoaster of emotions. Here among her friends, everything felt completely normal, completely natural. She looked extraordinary. Every time she walked through the hallway, she stopped in front of the mirror. But it was her wedding, and it had to be extraordinary. Then completely ordinary situations flashed through her mind, situations she couldn’t imagine herself in with such an outfit. With hair like that, you can only leave the house completely dolled up, she thought. The others disagreed. Maria fetched a thin purple scarf, which she folded like a wide shawl, and tied around Jo’s head. Since the scarf naturally ran behind her ears and was tied at the back of her head, a closer look revealed that her temples were hairless. But the mane of black curls spilling out at the back caught the eye, and it looked like a shock of hair tamed with a scarf. Jo thought it looked really good and reassured herself that she could go to the supermarket like that for the time being. Towards evening, before she had drunk more than two glasses, Melly put on a test application of makeup, but couldn’t stop the others from following her into the bathroom. One striking variation after another was rejected as good but not perfect. Then Melly had the right idea.

“Minimalism, friends,” she lectured, “is the order of the day here. Jo had pale makeup, with false eyelashes and only black eyeliner on her eyes. Melly only painted the outer edges and the top of her eyelids black, which made her eyes appear a bit cat-like and enlarged. Eyebrows were rejected by general agreement.

“And now the kicker, girls. I actually wanted to stick with a completely nude look for the lips. But that would be a shame. What will all the other guests be wearing, lipstick, I mean? Right. Black, charcoal, white, blood red. What will no one expect? Pink!”

Speechless. Melly exploded: “Jo is the bride. She’s the only one who has the right to wear a pale pink mouth tomorrow.”

Ultimately, everyone agreed wholeheartedly with Melly when she presented them with the finished Jo.

“Do you notice the minimal blush on her cheekbones?” she asked conspiratorially. Shaking her head, “Exactly. You’re not supposed to. But it works, believe me!”

 

 

The wedding was still being talked about, even now, more than two years later. Undoubtedly, the dress was beautiful. But the rest of the bride’s outfit was undoubtedly completely out of character. After all, this wasn’t Leipzig, where she was also a real head-turner a week later, but a normal, modern city with a small gothic scene. The tattoo alone was exceptionally striking. But her hair and makeup were beyond anything that had ever appeared at the registry office there. Jo’s black hair flowed in individual, curly strands down her back. The curls gave it an astonishing volume, even though the amount of hair had been drastically reduced. Jo had to constantly fiddle with it, either pushing it back to reveal her cute little ears to the photographer, or letting it fall forward over her shoulders. A small tulle veil was attached to her hair, but it only fell back over her hair. The rest of her head and face were of a flawlessly pale complexion, only slightly paler. The sparse eye makeup looked silly because of the artificial makeup. Her eyelashes were still dramatic. Her full, soft pink lips formed a fresh contrast to the rest of the black and white. Jo wore large silver earrings with black stones, matching a pendant that she wore tightly around her neck on a velvet ribbon. The whole thing was complemented only by the black titanium balls of the piercings in her cheeks, which had now formed small dimples, the black septum ring, and two more piercings, also black, in each ear.

 

 

Jo takes a close look at another photo of her and Simon being celebrated by their guests outside the town hall.

“Did anyone notice that I wasn’t wearing any panties here?”

“No! What? I dressed you in the morning. We were still gossiping about that sheer nothingness of a pair of panties.”

Jo grins. “True. You could really see every single piercing. I thought it was really cute, though. Anyway, right after the ceremony, there were a few photos taken in that small room with the big mirrors. I could see the two of us in there the whole time. I don’t know what turned me on the most. Simon, of course, especially the way he kept looking at me. But also myself. Sounds kind of weird.”

“Not at all! In your outfit, you were the ultimate erotic princess, if you’re into goth.”

“Anyway, on the way out, I took the opportunity and dragged Simon into the ladies’ room. That was the fastest sex of my life. The door closed, Simon picked me up; the hem of my skirt was practically short in the front. And, well, my panties were in the way. Simon simply ripped the expensive thing. I couldn’t manage to pull a replacement out of my bag until later. I almost left the bridal bouquet there. From then on, I was able to concentrate better on the wedding.”

 

 

Jo thought about the time after her wedding. She had to smile. The initial shock had given way the day before to cautious enthusiasm for her new look, and by the wedding day at the latest, to unbridled enthusiasm for it. Jo wondered if she could even paint on eyebrows if she wanted to.

 

A week after the wedding, Simon and Jo traveled to the WGT in almost unchanged wedding attire. Jo had only had the front of her dress trimmed a little.

 

About two weeks later, the first hairs appeared on the front of Jo’s head, which she boldly tackled with tweezers. When there were more at once, she called in Maria and her wax strips. To her own surprise, she quickly got used to the sight of her half-depilated head. While in her initial shock, she had reflexively wondered how long it would take for this ‘wedding hairstyle’ to grow out again, she now didn’t give it a second thought. She was always fascinated by the impression of complete hairlessness created in photos or in the mirror, when her black hair was almost invisible against a dark background. Sometimes she enhanced the effect by tying her black mane tightly back in a braid. And she loved it when Simon kissed her on her freshly epilated head, something he still enjoyed doing today. Then the perm began to grow out. Maria blow-dried the curls out to test it out, and after weeks, long, straight hair flowed down Jo’s back again. They both found this very attractive, but Jo had fallen so in love with the voluminous, curly hair on the back of her head that she had regularly renewed the perm. In everyday life, Jo also liked to tie her hair back into a ponytail, which also looked attractive with her curls. This was also the context in which she made her only hairstyle change in the past two years. Maria’s hairline, starting from the top of the head, no longer ran vertically toward the tip of the ear, but instead sloped slightly backward a few centimeters behind the ear, ending at the nape of the neck. Jo even underwent the painful initial hair removal procedure again. With her hair down, there was almost no difference. With her hair in a ponytail or pinned up, it looked much better, in both girls’ opinion.

Since Jo’s ears were no longer hidden under her hair, she had paid more attention to them in the months following the wedding. Jenny was allowed to go wild and had nine additional piercings in her left ear and eleven in her right. Her lobes had also been gradually stretched to ten millimeters.