Moral Degeneration

Once the doors were opened we were let inside the venue in a nice orderly manner. Anastasia mainly talked in whispers. No one had noticed I was a boy yet, and I could see why. In full makeup it was hard to tell who was a boy and who wasn’t. Many women of the lesbian persuasion even in this world chose to resemble men. Short cut hair, either roids or something that gave them full on muscles, and either surgery or wrapping to cover up their breasts. 

 

I didn’t understand it but it must have been part of human nature. As there were plenty of men that resembled women, there was balance to be found most anywhere. Anastasia and I held hands as she excitedly told me the history of the band while the line was let in one by one. 

 

“They started in Denver, like 3 years ago. Before all the other posers popped up. Gothika started a whole movement,” she said.

“Which movement?”

“I think they call it gothic-rock,” she said. “Doesn’t matter. This other band The Sirens predates them a little, but Gothika has had one hit after another. I consider them to be the better band. And they don’t sell out near as bad as the Sirens did.” 

“Good to know,” I said. “Will you know anyone here?”

“I might,” she admitted. “A couple of friends of mine lucked out on tickets when they were first sold. I didn’t tell them since…”

“I canceled on you last time?” I asked. 

“Maybe,” she said, biting her lip. 

“I’m sorry about that. In the future if I have to cancel, I will give you more than a few hours notice,” I assured. 

“I know,” she said giggling as she grabbed onto my arm. Her head leaning onto me I felt like an idiot dressed up, but was starting to feel better seeing some of the getups the other women were in. Either way it was a new experience and I was always up for something different. 

 

When it was our turn I handed the woman at the door our tickets and we were let in. Inside was how I expected. A large warehouse it was set up like Dracula’s castle. Black drapes everywhere. Battery powered candles on chandeliers, long fake spiderwebs, and very little seating. Everyone expected to stand. There was a short platform for the bands on the far wall. 

“There they are,” Anastasia hissed. “Come on.”

“Uh, you want a drink?” I asked instead as I noticed the bar. 

“Yeah, yeah, uh they probably have some themed drink. Get me that,” she said. Running off to a few people she knew I made a B-line for the bar. The menu was a simple print out. They did indeed have themed drinks. 

 

“I’ll take the Witch’s Brew and a full glass of whiskey,” I said to one of the bartenders. 

“Ha!” She said. In full gothwear she showed more than a little cleavage as it spilled out of a buckled corset. “You can’t be a day over 18. Come back in a few years when you’re older.” 

“I’m old enough,” I said frowning. 

“Move along,” another bartender said then I realized what was wrong. 

“I’m a guy,” I said taking off the black wig. That stopped both of them and turned some more heads. 

“No you’re not,” the first one said as she squinted. I looked down.

“Pretty sure I am, dick and balls and all,” I said.

“Prove it,” the busty girl said. 

I smiled wide. “Could be a prosthetic, why don’t you come here and check yourself,” I said. 

 

The 2 bartenders locked eyes and the older busty one laughed. “This I gotta see,” she said. Opening the bar top she walked over. I put my hand out. “What?” 

“You touch me, I at least get to touch you,” I said with a wolfish grin. 

“Deal. You turn out to be a girl though, you’re getting kicked out.” I nodded and pulled my blue jeans away from me. She reached in and I wasn’t shy about grabbing her far more than a handful breast. 

 

“Careful with the family jewels there,” I said with a wince. She continued to pull and prod though then looked inside. 

“I’ll be damned,” she said pulling her hand back out. The other bartender stepped up. 

“Same deal,” I said. She opened her shirt for me and I stuck my hand in while she did the same to me. I was getting a chubby by the time she was done checking. 

 

“Never thought I’d see a boy in the flesh at one of these things,” she said, blinking slowly as she stared up at me. 

“First time for everything,” I assured. Pulling my hand out she did the same. Running back over to the bar there were plenty of other women gathering around but I ignored them as I put my wig back on. 

 

“Alright, well boys drink free. What do you want?” The busty one said. I wanted to grope her some more but Anastasia had a nicer pair, a tad smaller, but still nicer. I ordered and was leaving with my drinks. A long line of girl’s gazes followed me as I left. I found Anastasie with another group of 4. All 4 pairs of eyes turned to watch me as Anastasia waved me over. 

 

Her friends ranged in height and size. From rail thin to chubby. Black lace skirts, blood red blouses, enough makeup to give Johnny Depp a run for his money, to me I already had the pick of the litter with Anastasia. 

“And here is Russ,” Ana said as I handed her the drink. “Thank you. Uh this is Mar, Blaine, Ollie, and Nell.”

“Nice to meet you,” I said sipping my whiskey. The place was filling up so I was going to have to watch my drink. I doubted anything would happen but I was still on high alert from almost being kidnapped. If it happened again they’d be smart about it. 

“I….can’t believe it,” Nell admitted, slack jawed as she studied me. “Are you really a boy.” 

“Dick and balls and all,” I said. “Want to check?” I offered.

“Please-”

“He’s a boy,” Anastasia assured.

“I heard a rumor you were shacking with a guy,” Blaine said. “But they also said you’d drop out because you were going to get pregnant.”

“Russ uh helps prevent that,” Ana said.

“How?” Blaine asked. 

“Anal,” I said causing more than a few to choke on a laugh. I barked a laugh. “No, we use condoms.”

“Oh my god, I’m going to kill you,” Ana said, pinching me.

“Condoms? Where the hell do you get them?” 

 

“I have contacts,” I assured. “So how does one of these go? There a mosh pit?” 

“I hope not,” Ana said.

“Sometimes,” Mar said, recovering a little more easily. “Usually its a lot of dancing and singing the songs. It gets a little rowdy up front though so we stay back.” 

“Sounds good. What do you want to do?” I asked Ana. 

“Whatever,” she said laughing, simply happy to be there. “There should be a few smaller bands to start then Gothika will play later on.” 

 

“You want to stay the whole time?” I asked. 

“If you don’t mind,” she said.

“It’s your date, darling. Whatever you want,” I said. 

 

Her white teeth were extra bright between her black lips as she smiled for me. Pulling me in she kissed me and pulled back as she mouthed ‘thank you’. 

“Fucking hell. We begged you to bring your brother out. How’d you nab this one too?” Blaine asked. 

“Got lucky,” she said cutely and was leaning into me. The others moved on eventually. Talking about the band and things going on in their lives the crowd stopped streaming in. The place was only half filled, so there was a lot of room to mingle. Ana leaned against me as we stood at the table and was content to listen to the others. 

As the first band started up Ana’s drink was empty. Heading back over to the bar the busty bartender was sure to get me first. “Same thing, darling?” She asked. 

 

“Just the chick drink,” I said. She guffawed and made it for me. When she set it in front of me she also set a black metal crown beside it. I picked it up, caught off guard by the weight. “What’s this?”

“Ask your friends,” the bartender said and was off to make more drinks. I noticed the other girls eyeing the crown with wide eyes. I had an idea what it was so I carried it with me back to the girls. 

 

“Anyone know what this is?” I asked.

“Where’d you-” 

“Oh my god!” Another cut in. “You got the crown?!”

“Maybe?” I asked. “What is it?”

“I heard about it. Gothika usually throws it into the crowd and whoever gets it can meet them,” Blaine said wide eyed.

“Cool,” I said with a shrug. Handing it to Anastasia she acted like I just proposed.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah,” I said. “Not like I care.” The others were extremely jealous so I added, “Doesn’t have a number of people on it. We could all try to get backstage.”

“You think?” Mar asked. I shrugged. “Let’s try.”

“Ok,” Ana said putting the crown on her head. It suited her and the show went on. Anastasia leaned into me again but as the lesser known bands continued she dragged me away to a booth near the wall. Making out we let the time pass on ignoring everyone else. It was a rare moment to forget everything else going on in my life. 

The moment was eventually ruined when Gothika actually started. A high pitched scream yelled over the microphone. Anastasia and all the other women in the crowd joined in. Getting off my lap she ran closer to the stage with her friends. A stampede of girls running to it the screech died down and lyrics played. The song was mildly catchy, but I didn’t see the draw. I missed rock songs from my world. No men meant a far smaller pool of songs and I was starting to ache for them.

“Then again, all the sex I want,” I said, taking the great with the bad. I proceeded to sit at the back as the women yelled out lyrics and proceeded to dance in a big group near the stage. The women in the band were just as wild as the rest of the women. Long black hair, pale skin, shredded clothes, high heel shoes, they kept it going for a long time. Song after song as time passed on. 

 

Anastasia noticed I wasn’t next to her at some point. Walking back to me she grabbed my hands and pulled me up. I groaned but joined her closer to the stage. This time she proceeded to grind on my front and I understood why men went to concerts. An opportunity to let women become wild in public she and I weren’t shy about making out or feeling one another up. The concert passed quickly then. 

 

At the last set the first song was played again and the girls went just as wild. I thought I’d heard it before on the radio but wasn’t too sure since all of the songs sounded about the same. When the women finished the group congregated back together.

“Should we try?” Anastasia asked, readjusting the crown on her head. 

 

“Let’s,” a few of the others said and we moved around the crowd to the stage.