Sex, Drugs and Rock and Roll (a loss of innocence)

Right... I'm not a great writer. Only proof-read it once. Sorry. Eventually there will be futa. Not sure how to do the 'spoiler' thingy.

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Prologue

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p { margin-bottom: 0.08in; } Elena woke up in a fright. Something deep and dark had disturbed her dreams, though its memory faded rapidly. She shivered, though whether it was from the cold sweat or fear was uncertain. Blinking away the sleep from her bleary eyes she almost jumped at the presence in her room. One hand fumbled across the bedside table for glasses, while the other held her bedsheets up defensively. The glasses granted her vision clarity.

She breathed a sigh of relief when realized the sight was just her reflection in the moon-lit mirror. It was an old relic that had been in her bedroom for as long as she could remember. Her guitar lay fallen at the foot of the mirror. Strange, she thought. It was securely leaning there when she went to bed. Maybe the crash was what had woken her up so.

Elena's sleep-worn and somewhat startled gaze stared back at her. The apparition in the mirror looked as she did... almost. The mousey face stared back at her, complete with green eyes and a halo of rather plain black hair. The heavy glasses complemented her face admirably though she never really considered herself attractive. A second glance made her blush hotly. A tremulous breath escaped her lips as her eyes focused on her neck.

There, glittering in the darkness, was a shiny black collar. She didn't realize it before but behind her glasses she was darkly made-up. She had never worn make-up before. Her gaze drifted towards the hand holding up the sheets and saw fingers gloved in flawless black. Frozen partially in terror, her grip loosened dropping the sheets. She made an almost inaudible squeak. The rest of her body was there reflected in the mirror. Breathing heavily and flushed, as she was. But not dressed as she was.

A bodice of shiny black leather enveloped her torso. Giving her youthful form more mature and sexy curves. Her breasts were exposed, though supported by the boned garment. Eyelets, buckles and further adornments drew the eyes along these curves. Her gaze eventually settled upon her nipples and it drew a gasp from her. They were pierced and the shiny silver glinted in the moonlight.

She threw up her arms to hid the exposed nipples. The black gloves were similarly ostentatious and covered most of her arms. They brushed her nipples. A leather buckle struck her piercing, causing her to moan shamefully. Glancing down, she checked reality. She saw her simple night-clothes but felt something else entirely.

Elena sat there for minutes staring at her reflection; black leather arms hugging her too-exposed breasts. Her blush expanded from ruddy cheeks, beneath the neck collar and down to her chest. Her chest moved up