Tomboy Goth Novels & Stories

Thistle buzzed happily around my head, whispering, “He liiiikes youuu.” “Damn right he does,” I grinned, slamming the book shut and spinning toward my wardrobe. “Okay, goth baddie armor time.” Uniforms? Meh. But custom uniforms with black fabric, tiny skulls stitched into the trim, and a perfectly pleated skirt? That’s more my vibe. I pulled on the shirt, tugged the skirt over my hips, slid on my black thigh high socks, and laced up my purple combat boots like a warrior goddess headed to war.

Angela swatted her hand away staring at her reflection in the mirror. "You guys made me look so girlish," She complained, staring at the light makeup that made her look like a doll. "Oh, come on, it's your birthday. Enough with being a tomboy. I don't know what you trained at the vampire kingdom that you changed like this. From what I could recall, you loved to dress up like a girl and a tomboy but now you only prefer to dress like a dude. You must look like a princess tonight, it's your 18th birthday after all," Aurora said.

Yes, she was a bit smaller and probably a lot weaker, but that did not mean she was going to back down. "Are you looking to get picked on, new girl?" he asked. "Yeah." Toni nodded, staring at him without faltering. On the inside, she was panicking, her heart thudding so drastically she was sure he'd hear it. "So what if I am?" His eyes narrowed as he looked her up and down, sizing her up. His eyes lingered around her full chest for just a second before making their way back up to her eyes. Her boobs were her best feature, and she knew it—clinging to the big-titty goth aesthetic as if it were a life raft.

Love ‘em. “I do tats,” she’d said. Goth chick with a Daddy’s Girl Gone Bad vibe. Hair fifty shades of black. Bangs chopped with a razor. Big eyes rimmed with black. Skin whiter than rich kid coke. Dark blue smeared on her lips. Metal in her ears, nose, chin. Her small bright teeth chewing dollar store blue from her stubby nails.

I was wearing a sheer lavender bra with some lace and matching panties that were less than briefs but more than a thong. "Wow, Jody, That looks really hot. I love that Tanga, it fits your ass better than mine. You should definitely get that set," she said without taking her eyes off my body. I blushed and said, "Do you think so, Bridget? Is it not too feminine for me? You know I'm a bit tomboyish." "Uh, isn't that the idea, Jody? Make you look more like a woman than a little tomboy?"

As soon as we were inside, Goth Girl began unbuttoning my shirt, sliding her hand inside as she tried to feel me up. "God, that's hard. Is every part of your body this hard? 'Cause I'm sold. I'd rather enjoy my time with you than let those assholes have their way with me!" She leaped off my back and buried herself against my chest, shoving me onto the bed. "Let's begin." "Begin what?! This is insane!" I yelled. Despite her heavy makeup, I could tell that she was still a naive student. "You're… You're a minor! I'm not that kind of guy! Just calm down and sleep. No one will disturb you or force himself on you tonight. Okay? Goodbye."

I went there for the Krew, I went for Contendah. Tommy blended in as well as a frog in a cat parade, but if I’m being honest, I didn’t give a shit about that either. It definitely wasn’t his scene, but it was mine. For the first time in my entire life, I knew what my scene was. I knew where I fit in. In my knee high black boots, black fishnets, short skirt with no panties and tanktop with no bra, I was dressed for the fucking occasion.

I shrugged. “Tom is a big and popular boy in school, and he is known for his high expectations of girls. He is a playboy and he goes around with sexy and good looking girls. Why do you think he has no interest in you, because of your fucking nerdy personality.” Kora hissed. At the mention of Tom having interest in sexy and good looking females, I immediately started loving my new look. That is how in love I am with Tom. Kora took me to the hair session of the multipurpose mall, and the stylist styled my long black hair into a beautiful ponytail.

I was now hitched up to my gorgeous mom all neat and legal. As we headed back to the room, we passed this sleazy looking blonde, wearing a tube top, too short to cover her phoenix bird across her back. Her hip-hugging tattered Levi's were barely above her puss...you could even see the tattoos that were below her beltline. She wore flip-flops. She was about 20 I guessed.

I sat there tapping my long red nail on the leather cover, then finally pushed it away from the computer and looked at the screen which had come up. "Damn." I said aloud. Tommy had been watching p**n and must have paused the video and forgot to close it out. I was looking at a still of a good looking young blond guy who was sitting in a chair. Between his legs was a redhead who upon closer look was a lot older then the guy. The woman was topless and looking up at him while holding his rather impressive cock. It didn't bother me Tommy was watching p**n, hell he was a nineteen year old boy. I did find it odd he was watching something involving an older woman. Then again I'd heard that older wo