As Jennifer rushed to the local emo hangout, she could hardly contain her sexual excitement. She could feel her body taking to the changes in her soul: her skin became softer and paler, and her black hair dye seeped down into her roots and throughout her body.
She couldn't stand it any more. She collapsed in the grass by the sidewalk and reached a hand into her baggy jeans again. Her soft pussy felt like it belonged to another person, and she imagined finding the perfect emo girl, an extension of herself to share these feelings with. Before she could climax, she found the will to get up again and get to the local emo hangout.
Immediately she found what she was looking for: a slim little emo girl with a streak of purple in her hair was sulking in a corner. Jennifer learned that her name was Isabel. After an evening of sharing awful emo poetry, Isabel offered to take Jennifer home with her. Jennifer remembered the sickeningly cheery room that belonged to her old self, and happily accepted.
They ran hand-in-hand to Isabel's room, a predictably emo-decorated hideaway. Isabel turned on a blacklight and they began caressing and undressing ech other. Jennifer lay on the black bed, looking at Isabel kneeling over her in lacy black lingerie, thinking that they looked like twin sisters on the outside, but realizing that she didn't know what was going on inside Isabel's head. She could be one of those emo kids who's only in it for the clothes and the music!Suddenly a wave of super-emo-depression came over Jennifer!
"Isabel," said Jennifer, "I don't know if I can go through with this. I've got to know that you feel the same darkness in your soul as I do. I need to know that you're like me, not just a poser..."
Isabel trembled and said "What can I do to prove it?"
"Transform or dare?"