Ticket Number 2

Around the corner your 21 year old younger sister Dana emerged from the basement. She wore her usual rags black, and her obviously died black hair in her wonderful goth phase. You can't let your sister walk around like that, but you can help her in the latest of goth wear. … You think. "I'm sorry Sis I can't allow you dress so shabbily, but I can help," you inform your sister.

Your sister both confused and insulted. "I'm not going to let my brother decide what I can and cannot wear," she barked. Suddenly her body became cold from the air. She looked down and her ratty clothing was gone. Her black hair began to be separated with a neat line down the middle of her head. A black bonnet covered in white lace appeared allowing her hair to pop out of two hole on either side and develop curls. Two white bows with black glittery skulls hold her hair in place. Astonished Dana reached up to figure out what is happening with her hair. Then she noticed her hands were now covered with large cotton filled mittens with locks and small bells. Her body wasn't cold as she was mesmerized by her new mittens. A diaper covered her, and then a larger one went over that. Afterwards a plastic black diaper cover with a lock encased it all. Black tights with white lace inscribing the words GOTH DUTY. "What the F..." screamed your sister as a large pacifier was lodged in her mouth. She squealed and tried to remove it. spitting it out, pulling on it with her mittens. she only fell over.

"Sorry Sis that won't come out until a guardian removes it for you," he stated.

Her chest was flat, but a small black training bra covered her tiny tits. After which three thick layers of petticoats white black and white. Then it was enveloped with a black and white gingham bubble dress with black skulls with white eye buttons. A black with white lace string attached to her pacifier and moved down and clipped onto her peter pan collar. Her shoes became black Maryjane's'. Dana pulled her self up, and was about to storm over to her brother when her mother interrupted.

"Dana! You better be ready you promised to go with me to see Aunt Miriam and her daughter," Erin your mother stated. She stopped looked at her daughter. "Dana! You look adorable," she cooed.

"It's the latest style in goth Mom. Elegant gothic Lolita. Girls look and act like Victorian babies," you say as you hold up her new black and silver skulled diaper bag, with usual baby things, plus paddle, keys, collar, leash, and phone with an app that changed the flavor of the pacifier. You pull out the phone, " Here Mom she spared no expense. The pacifier doesn't come out unless you take it out, and this phone as an app right here that allows you to change the flavor depending on how she behaves," you state.

"Where did all the money come from this," she asked with a mother insistence.

"From work Mom I'm the new FCI, and she wanted to do something special, so I helped. It's all free, and her rooms already changed to meet her new style. This app even changes her diaper for you," you insist. Your sister caught between your lies and her need to be ready grimaces. Then scowls at you when Mom isn't looking. "If you want I can even change your outfits to match," you insist.

"Oh, I'd love a Mommy/daughter outfit," she cooed.

"Well if I do, you'd both match for at least six months," you inform her.

"Could you really," she pleaded.