I (want) a freaky Goth girlfriend who loves anal

You chuckle and casually write "I want a freaky Goth girlfriend who loves anal."

Well, you thought you wrote that, but what you're reading is "I _an_ _ freaky Goth girlfriend who loves anal."

"Well that wasn't what I was intending," you say in a feminine voice as you feel a draft in your nether regions. "What the fuck?" you say while blinking for a moment before looking down at yourself.

You see you are standing in your room with diamond checkered thigh high socks, a sheer black ribbon skirt that's barely three inches long on the top of your hips. You roll your hips forward and see the top of a shaved slit at the bottom of your mound.

Also, you're currently topless as well, with small breasts on full display and a sheer tube top lying on your bed.

You glance at your face in a mirror and see the choker on your neck. Yep, definitely very goth. You glance back at the typewriter as a door opens behind you.

"Well look what we have here," a man's voice says as you turn around to look at him. He is wearing a towel around his waist, his body freshly showered. You recognize him as your best buddy from school!

"Mark!" you say with a smile of relief and urgency moving up to him. "Where did you come from?"

"You told me to shower ten minutes ago, so your shower?" Mark said.

"I did?" you say as you glance at the typewriter. You're not sure, but something happened when you wrote that sentence onto the paper and you can't make heads or tails of what.

Mark's hands land on your waist as he sniffs your neck. "Are you sure you're okay? You seem distracted. We don't have to do it if you've changed your mind, Alex."

You blink your eyes as you find your body don't mind his touch, but you also know you have to give him an answer the next few seconds to keep those hands from wandering.

(Nala Nova)