Her best friend Heather, inviting her to an illegal rave

“I’ll be there in 20 minutes! I’ve been at Gareth’s all day while he got ready to play tonight… I’m crazy excited! The warehouse is pretty grungy but it adds to the energy of the place… I know you’re going to love it!!~~~”

A bunch of hearts and star emoji’s finished off the confusing text message, which flicking back through the rest of the recent history told me they’d been talking about an illegal rave.

My eyes widened as I thought about it… a warehouse rave, full of pulsing dark techno and populated only by those with access to certain groupchats where the location would be announced mere hours before the event began. Rachel’s stolen memories filled in the blanks for me, remembering other events like this her and Heather had started coming to more and more since arriving in this city.

“Woah…”

I whispered out. I’d heard about these parties before, all the cool, alternative people talked about them, but due to the illegal nature of them and the tight knit community that formed around them, it was the kind of party I’d never thought I would be able to attend. Exclusive and selective about who should be there, they still managed to have a fanatical fanbase which drew from every prominent subculture, but I’d known as regular, everyday Alex I’d never really been likely to wind up at one.

But now… I looked down at the sexy, pale female body spread beneath me, and the wild, rebellious clothes scattered around the room. In this skin I was definitely fit to be at this kind of party. Excitement flushed through me as I got out of bed and began sliding into the clothes Rachel’d been wearing when she met me on the hill with the crossbow. It was a sexy outfit, showing a lot of skin while I knew still being ideal for keeping cool in the packed warehouse I’d be going to.

Going on a night out dressed like this… it feels so forbidden. So many people are going to see me!

Bursts of illicit excitement bled out of my heart as pulled Rachel’s tights up her long legs again, enjoying how they felt clinging to her smooth legs. Soon enough, I was nestled in her leather corset and zipped into her skirt again, and as I worked her legs into her strappy Demonia boots I felt so much satisfaction at my flawless impersonation of her.

“I’m outside!!!”

The message buzzed through on Rachel’s phone as I smiled, rushing out to meet Heather at the front door, throwing it open and feeling her hug as she rushed through and took me in her arms.

“You look amazing Rachel! You’re such a spooky bitch.”

Heather smelled like strawberries as she pressed herself into me, her bigger breasts feeling like heaven on my own. She was shorter and curvier than Rachel, with pastel pink hair and an outfit that matched, a pink and white sailor girl uniform, like she’d stepped out of an anime. On her feet were the same strappy demonia boots I was wearing, except in pink. When she pulled back to look at me, I saw she was wearing contact lenses that changed her eye color to Magenta, and her lips were shiny with pink lip-gloss.

People really dress like that? I guess she is going to a rave…

Although I had to laugh a little as I looked at the clothes I was wearing too; I couldn’t exactly be judging anyone else right now.

“Woah… the corset really gives you a vampire seductress energy…”

I laughed as I slipped inside Rachel’s soul, letting her mannerisms and personality suffuse me;

“You’re the one who really looks amazing Heather, I love your magical girl look tonight! Your pink lipgloss is perfect.”

“Hmm, Hmm.”

She puffed up with pride.

“Its cherry flavored too, you know!”

“Maybe I’ll have to taste it later…”

I flirted, enjoying the easy chemistry between the two best friends.

“Don’t joke like that!”

She punched me lightly on my arm, clearly enjoying herself.

“You’ll make me blush…”

“Okay, okay! But it’s not my fault I just want to eat you up. If I was really a vampire, you’d be my first victim!”

I hugged into her again, play biting her neck as she squirmed, knuckles looking tight as she tried to hide how much she was enjoying herself.

“So…”

I started, breaking my bite.

“… shall we get going?”

I almost wanted to try and seduce her instead, but my curiosity over this party was taking precedence right now. That, and I figured if I played my cards right, I might be able to do all kinds of things with Heather later anyway…

“Oh yeah! Gareth’s giving us a lift, he’s not on till later anyway. C’mon!”

Heather intertwined her fingers with mine and lead me outside, letting me grab Rachel’s small cross body side bag with her supplies before we rushed out into the cool night air and into Gareth’s waiting 1990s Nissan.

“Hey Rachel, excited about tonight?”

Gareth smiled from the front as Heather and I piled in the back. He was a blond guy with close cropped hair and a lean body who usually stood around 6 feet tall, and as usual was dressed in a loud 90s windbreaker and a bucket hat. It was a pretty out there style, but for a rising DJ who played techno and house music, it wasn’t totally unexpected.

“I guess I’m a little excited…”

I commented demurely, as we sped off, before settling into conversation about the night ahead. Gareth would be playing one of the secondary stages for a lot of the night, but the main acts were apparently huge in the underground techno scene. As Alex I’d never heard of any of them, but Rachel’s memories clued me in, while the way Heather and Gareth talked about them truly was getting me excited for the night ahead.

Parking a few streets away from the venue (For less of a possible traffic crush, if a speedy escape was required), Gareth passed Heather a small envelope, like a donation envelope one might see in a Church, accepted without comment. I had my suspicions about what might be contained within, but didn’t say anything as the excitement for the night really took a hold now that we were getting close enough to hear the pulsing of the bass.

The streets were initially deserted, run down warehouses all around as we walked the final run to the venue, some party-goers starting to appear as we grew closer; Women with glittery makeup and guys in vintage sportswear mixed with street goths and hippy types alike, while some stumbled with sunglasses on in the dark and sucked on pacifiers, already clearly having the time of their lives. It seemed the only dress code was to dress a little wild, as I couldn’t see anyone who was dressed generically or in a boring fashion at all.

Soon, we were in the que to get in, excitement and nerves a like building within me. I could turn around now, get out of here, go back to my ordinary life. But the anticipation for what lay ahead was too much, as we started getting to the front of the que…