Derrick

Hannah could not stop. It was like there were strings attached to her limbs forcing her to wash off her make up. After she bathed, she took the dye and dyed her hair. She moved as if in a dream.

Hannah looked at herself. She had bright pink hair and black eyebrows. "This is so fucking gay!" she yelled.

She dried her hair and went mechanically to put on her new outfit. "Stop, Hannah!" she yelled at herself, but she could not stop.

Soon she was dressed like a 4 year old beauty pageant contestant she'd seen on those creepy reality shows. She put on her pink eyeshadow, blush, and lipstick. She then picked up her cell phone and called the number. She invited Derrick over.

Derrick apparently lived closed by because within 10 minutes, Derrick was there.

Hannah was waiting by the door. Her mouth moved and she spoke, "Derrick, I'd just LOVE to be your sex ****. What do you want to do with me?"

"Fuck, this is true!" said Derrick. "Oh, I have to tell you something. Um...Oh, yeah, wear this outfit and make up to school tomorrow and keep your hair pink, dress just like this tomorrow....Oh, and talk like a giddy bimbo at school, and tell all of your goth friends, they're stupid morons who all need a big fat cock up their asses and say nothing else to them. Now let's go to your room."

Hannah looked at the clock in the hall. Her parents would be home in about 20 minutes. Maybe they could save her from this hell.