Honestly, she wished... "Fuck it," she muttered and stomped back to her room.
Zoe booted up her computer and slipped on her headphones. If mom wanted quiet, fine, she could deal. She stopped to make sure her door was locked, then logged on.
She smiled as the she surfed. As a goth, Zoe embraced alternative views on what was attractive. Since ten or so she had been disgusted by the typical barbie princess garbage and the boring Abercrombie models her classmates went crazy for. Her love of the different led her to find extremes in fashion and, with internet access, porn. Now she regularly browsed fetish sites filled with models dressed in leather and latex and rubber, all skin-tight and sexy.
There was no way Zoe could afford an outfit like the girls she admired (and in some cases lusted after) but she hoped to someday have a closet full of them. The bold colors, shiny material, and overt eroticism of the pictures she found soon had her breathing heavy and gently caressing herself.
A knock on the door jerked her back to reality. She shakily minimized the browser before answering, "What?"
"Dinner's in five, sweetie," her mother called through the door.
"Okay Mom!" she called back. Zoe reopened the window and sighed. If only life could be more like the latex clad fantasies in her head. She wished there was some way she could change the world, spice it up with the fetish beauty she saw.
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In the next room, Jon slept while the stone flashed brightly.
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Zoe shut down her computer and started downstairs for dinner. She paused at Jon's room, seeing the door still closed. "That baby's probably going to sleep right through dinner," she said to no one in particular before continuing downstairs.
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Jon turned over in his sleep, completely unaware of the changes to his wardrobe. Instead of the t-shirt and boxers he wore earlier he was now clad in a rubber diaper and a latex bib with "Mommy's Little Boy" written on it. His dreams took an erotic turn as he sucked on the pacifier/ball-gag in his mouth.
