Goth Girl

You spin around to see who was in the room with you and a bright flash surprises you. When your vision returns moments later, you see who the voice belonged to.

It was Heather Bachman. She was a girl in your grade that you had grown up around but never really got to know. She used to be pretty normal but the last couple of years she had begun to get into the goth culture. Today she was dressed in a lacy black shirt that you could see her bra through. Her hair was dyed black with purple streaks and she had dark eyeliner on. She had pale skin and a very nice slender body.

"You certainly have some interesting hobbies, John," she said with a smile. "Guess what my hobby is."

You look down at her hand to see that she has a digital camera with her. "What are you going to do with that?" you ask her frantically as you try to cover some of your nudity.

"Oh, nothing right now," she said cooly as she stepped towards the restroom exit. "I'm sure I'll think of something though..." Heather went out the door and then peeked back in to say, "You'll be hearing from me leter though. You can bet on that."

"Wait," you say, but before you can go any further she disappears again. You look around the now empty washroom and find yourself in the same situation as before, stranded in the women's restroom, naked, and one nude photo for the worse.