Fortunately, the sun was down now, so it was dark enough that no one would notice them walking to Sarah's house. But that didn't make Tom's embarrassment any less. It felt too strange walking around in a leather skirt and boots, not to mention a corset, which he constantly felt tightening his waist.
Jon's threat played over and over in his mind. The last thing he wanted to do was go to school dressed as a freak, like he was now, but it terrified him thinking of what Jon may do to his friends. For now, he had to comply with Jon's demands, no matter how much it embarrassed or disgusted him.
After about twenty minutes of walking, they finally arrived at Sarah's house. Tom had always stayed away from the Goth chick's house (that's what he called her), but it seemed that he'd probably be coming here a lot ... now that he was a Goth. Every time he thought about that, he cringed. It still sickened him that he was trapped in this freakish lifestyle.
The front door opened, revealing Karyn.
"Hey, Tom," she said, smiling.
Tom just stood there, wondering why she was smiling, then she pulled him inside.
Jon smiled himself and then entered.
Karyn pulled Tom all the way over to the living room sofa and they sat down.
"Sarah and Amber are upstairs," Karyn told Jon. He nodded, then walked up the stairs.
Karyn smiled at Tom, who felt incredibly embarrassed to be there and just wanted to leave.
"What's wrong, Tom? Why won't you look at me?" she asked, becoming concerned.
He couldn't look at her. Looking at her made him want to vomit. She could really look hot, if she was normal. But her gothic appearance made her look so freakish.
She leaned in close and kissed him. He closed his eyes, enjoying the kiss, (which was very good), but while he was doing it, he imagined someone else kissing him. A tanned knock-out blond, like the cheerleader Zelda Whitefield. For a time, he actually thought he was kissing a sexy girl like that ... until he opened his eyes and saw that nightmare that it really was.
He trembled with disgust and backed away from the Goth girl.
"Tom? What the fuck is wrong with you?"
He couldn't do this.
