Rebel Rebel - Part 4 - With a Little Help

Nikka hugged a leather vest that never would have fit Nike or Nikita. It had patches of places and bands that most likely didn't exist anymore. “Yea … this is all really cool but just a smidge of color would go a long way.” She admitted. Color was easy, it fit better with the wide open spaces, the warm weather and the sandy beaches. Color fits in the dry middle of nowhere parties where the stars are brighter. But then again it kinda made sens with the Cali sun beating down on you. Here the building was tall and light so bright you could only see the moon. And everyone tended to wear darker tones overall with a hint of color. It would be a lie to say the transition was going smoothly.

“All right. Then lets ease into it,” Nike said, looking for something, anything she used to own that didn’t show ass cheek or side boob. She picked a black pleather mini skirt with some studding on the bottom that made it an inch or so longer. “Do you have cropped tank? Any color will do, pink, blue, not yellow, you’ll look like a bee,” Nike surmised, taking a short leather vest with one center button she’d wear as a stand-alone-top back in the day. The studs matched the skirt near perfectly. “And I think there’s a garter in there and a choker to match,” she offered, pointing to the tackle box. “In the bottom.”

Nikka paused, holding a hot pink shirt in one hand. “What's a garter?” She asked digging through the bottom of the tackle box, it all looked like leather and lace chokers to her.

“It goes on your thigh, it can hold up a stocking, or, it can just be for looks. You don’t need to wear one if you don’t want. I thought you were looking for edgy.” Nike offered.

“Wait these go on your legs?” Nikka said holdup the leather and lace straps. “I though these were chokers!” She took a breath. “No, no … I’ll try them!” She insisted trying to find ones that matched.

“Just one, Nike said. “I mean, if you want… edgy, just one leg.”

“Really?” Nikka said nose scrunched. She picked out a leather one with lots of rivits. There was going to be a lot of customizing in the future. Lots of customization. She was getting more an more unsure but was dead set on making this work! “Okay …”

“There should be some thigh-high stockings or socks, your choice. If you pick the stockings, the seam goes up the back of your leg,” Nike told her. “And don’t forget your Kandi. There should be plenty in there if you want to trade with people. “

Nikk nodded rummaging and unrolled a pair of socks … and … kept unrolling a pair of gothicy lace thigh-high socks. She turned them this way and that to get a good look at them. Well … she thought they were socks. They were thin and lacey enough to look like stockings but they weren’t connected in the traditional way she normally saw stockings. “Sock … ings?” She asked the clearly wiser elder sister in terms of edgy vintage East coat rave clothing.

“Thigh highs,” Nike laughed. “You don’t have to wear them if you don’t want. The socks are a little thicker, so good if it’s colder. Like… this…” Nike said, putting the outfit together to show Nikka. “And I can do your makeup. Thick eyeliner is a must.”

“What color eyeliner?” Nikka asked. “I got blue … green … pink ….” She listed off going threw her most but colorful pile of makeup. She had enough off-beat colors that it looked like it was inspired by skittles.

“Match your crop top,” Nike suggested. “Or, I can give you a dark black cat eye.”

There was no question that Hot Pink was getting involved. She may be trying a new thing here but color was never going to be truly driven out! She held the damn thing like she was holding it captive and it had plans of running away. “Crop top match!” She said nodding vigorously.

“Good!” Nike said. “Let’s give you some hot pink lipstick while we’re at it, tie it together. I would opt for sneakers over shoes, if you plan on dancing?”

“Oh sneakers! Dancing will be had.” Nikka said not having stopped nodding.

“Ask Cyd to teach you to shuffle, she will love that,” Nike said, kneeling down to put on some garish eyeliner. “And what are you thinking for hair? Maybe a high pony?”

“Oh yes! Can we curl the ends?” Nikka pleaded.