"The Japanese Hegemon," part 4

Elizabeth paced nervously in her apartment.  Today, she and her friend Rachel would film the first installment of their television programme.  It had been a week since the magnificence of Japanese culture - and the inferiority of the West - was brought to her attention, and this program was her opportunity to help her new Japanese friends explain the way things would work from now on.

"It's a gig, right? 2", part 3

Shelly

Charli

"I love that you're into feet now," Shelly said with a self-satisfied smirk.  She was seated on the sofa of the apartment she shared with her roommate Charli, who knelt on the floor facing her.  In Charli's hands was Shelly's pale bare foot, now adorned with a toe ring.  Her mouth was agape; Charlie was ready to stuff that foot in there as soon as the word was given.  Whatever misgivings she may once have had about feet were long gone.

"It's a gig, right? 2", part 2

Charli

"All right, I did everything you asked," Charli said as she lowered herself into a chair beside her roommate Shelly, at the busy restaurant Shelly had demanded for the meeting Charli requested.  "I'm even wearing those Tevas you got me, just like you asked.  They look pretty stupid, I think, maybe a little dyke-y.  I don't get the obsession you have, and I don't really even need to understand.  I just need to know in general what's happening to you."

"It's a gig, right? 2" part 1

Our cast:

Charli

Shelly

Erica, before...

"Glam to Goth," part 6

Alyse and Meghan spent several minutes passionately kissing on the bed, Meghan’s naked body lying atop her former roommate’s pale body.  All of Meghan’s hesitation - and restraint - was gone.  That she was a lesbian was no longer in question.  She recalled being straight, having boyfriends, even having sex with men, but those memories were so distant now they seemed to belong to someone else.  

"It's a gig, right?"

Erica made sure to show up early for her first modeling gig.  When she entered the nondescript building about an hour from her college, she went up to seemingly the only person there, a tall, thin, boyish woman with short hair.  Her skin was pale, with tattoos creeping out of the sleeves of her shirt.  On her feet were Teva sandals and, incongruously, a toe ring.  "Name?" the woman asked.  Erica provided her name and, when prompted, contact information.  The woman handed Erica a green bikini and a questionnaire to complete before the shoot would begin.

"Piercings?  Tattoos?  Smoker?  Bust size?  Sexual orientation?  Any fetishes?  What kind of questions are these anyway?"  Erica muttered to herself as she read the questionnaire.  Nevertheless, she answered - "ears, none, never, 32B, straight, and I don't even know what that means," respectively - and ducked into a bathroom to change.

"Glam to Goth," part 5

Meghan’s jaw dropped.  

Before her was Alyse, a dear friend since freshman year of college.  They met during orientation, two cute, bubbly blondes who shared a love of fashion and boys.  They were inseparable even before Stacey became part of their clan, rooming together from second semester of freshman year through graduation.  Their dorm rooms and off-campus apartments were impeccably decorated with bright, floral colors.  Meghan could remember hours spent with Alyse scouring lookbooks online for the most beautiful sun dresses and playsuits.  And shoes, shoes, shoes - heels of precisely 1-2 inches, for everything - the sweet spot between boring and whorish.  They reveled in wearing the latest, the best, the prettiest.  Alyse had a lithe, tan body to match Meghan’s, and they could freely raid each other’s closet.  

From the look of it, Alyse would not be interested in that sort of thing any more.  

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