During the next weeks I met some more of Paige's friends. Not all of them were strictly handsome. Not all of them were as direct as Ted was. And not all of them had the same endurance. But I didn't care, I just wanted a hard penis inside me.

I could repeat with the same guys, but it was somehow uncomfortable, I didn't know exactly why. We needed to meet new people.

She had an idea. We could create an account in a dating website. I totally agreed on that, as I just wanted sex and anonymous sex is better, because there are usually no serious consequences, regarding feelings. Though, Paige insisted on a slight makeover.

-In the internet you can be whoever you want.

-But I'm fine like this.

-You are a very beautiful slut. But we can do it better.

It wasn't a bad idea, indeed. If I could be a bit more appealing and, as a consequence, to have more candidates among those to choose, so be it. We went to a mall to buy the required equipment. Again, Paige would be on the driver's seat. The reason was pretty obvious. If I was being to seduce others their stylistic tastes did matter more than mine, and she had a better knowledge and bigger expertise regarding men's interests.

The first stop was a clothing store for young women and teenagers... Sure, why not? We bought some short skirts and jeans, tight t-shirts, horrible patent leather shoes and, of course, a couple of schoolgirl outfits with shirt, pleated skirt, cardigan and even a tie. I was deeply embarrased. The clerk seemed to know what were we up to.

Paige kept telling me that I was very sexy but I felt very ridiculous. Besides, the skirts were very short for an actual schoolgirl uniform. They seemed more appropriate for a shitty porn movie about thirty years old schoolgirls pretending to be..., twenty five? But she was the expert and, as I've said before, at that time part of my attention was very focused on my crotch. Whenever my friend got in the changing room while I was still half dressed or varely dressed or even totally undressed something between my legs reacted. She insisted on helping me dress and undress and each time she saw fit to rearrange my latex panties or my bra, and also caress me here and squeeze me there.

-Stop teasing me!- I yelled once my hormones reached a boiling point. She took off my short tight t-shirt with a trademark female cat saying hello, took off my bra, hugged my from behing and cupped my breasts.

-No!- She whispered in my ear and kissed me in my nape. Whatever capability for rational thought was still remaining in my head disappeared. I was about to orgasm and I was in love with my straight lifelong friend.

She paid for everything. I should have asked why, but didn't. She had been working the previous summer and I guessed, she still had some money. We bought stuff to each other very often. It wasn't more rare than sleeping together almost naked.

The next step was a hairdresser. I sat on the chair and let Paige make the choice. She sat beside me and put his hand in my inner thigh, very accesible due to my new short denim skirt with colored embroided stars. As my attention was focused on the intruder hand I didn't care about the large chunks of black hair falling all around me. When I finally saw the result a couple of tears arised from my eyes.

-You don't like pixie style?- She hugged me again.

-It's very short.

-It's perfect for you. Do you know why?

-No, why?

-Because allows to see one of your best features.- She gently slided her finger along my neck and kissed me a couple of times.

-My neck is one of my best features?- My delicate, slender, long...? Ok, point taken.

-Mmm, mmm.- She kissed me a couple of times more, taking me again to the edge and driving me nuts. My hands moved to my crotch but Paige pulled them apart quickly.- We are not at home, do you remember, my beautiful insatiable slut?

She paid again. I tried to be still, quiet and as invisible as possible, because I didn't want to attract more atention. My deep red cheeks, though, were pretty remarkable. The next stop was a tattoo parlor.

-Paige, I'm not sure about this.

-Don't worry, is going to be small. It will be useful for your character.

-Yeah, but...

-Trust me, you're going to like it.

I sat on the chair while Paige was talking with the tattooist. After a short conversation he sat next to me and drew something on the right side of my neck just below my earlobe. All the time Paige's hand was on my inner thigh with her index finger tapping on the plastic shield over my vaginal lips from time to time.

About half an hour later he finished and lent me a small mirror. It was a life-size butterfly with a pretty complex patern on its wings. The top of its left wing was partly behind my earlobe. It was beautiful, indeed, and certainly helped with the character. I smiled and nodded, so the tattoist took the mirror to the backstore.

The tattoo on my weak spot plus Paige's bold hand had made me feel very horny again. I was trying not to pant loudly but I was probably failing.

-Do you want to fuck him?- Yep, clearly failing.

-Errrr..., yes.- Actually, I wanted to fuck her but that was unlikely.

-So do it. I will buy something more and then will go to that burger over there. Come once you're finished. Here.- She gave me the money.- Don't forget to mention a discount, my beautiful slutty butterfly.- She opened the padlock of my latex panties, and gave me a peck on my cheek.

I was in love with her. At that point I had no doubt. I couldn't tell her, though. After what happened with Warren and the aftermath I had to be very careful. It also was pretty disturbing. She was a friend, I had never seen her this way. Besides I couldn't really trust in my own criteria. No, it was better to be quiet, for a time, at least.

I did as I had been practising. I interlaced my hands, pressed on my breasts with my upper arms and bent my back forward like a..., ehem, teenager.

-I have and idea, sir.- Calling my sex partners “sir”, was Paige's idea. This way they might have an illusion of control. For being honest I had already been about to lose control several times while fucking, but fortunately it didn't happened or they didn't notice. To lose control meant to let them break certain limits, like, perhaps, to be rude or to stay more time than agreed. Except for that, the illusion of control was just that.

The tattooist accepted a discount equal to the 100% of the price. Apparently, I was pretty convincing. The backstore wasn't comfortable but there were some sheets and cushions so we arranged something acceptable. He asked for my phone number but I refused. I didn't want anything serious, not with him, nor with the others. Also, if I wanted to meet him again I already knew where.

I cleaned myself and went to the burger. Paige had already ordered for both of us.

-I have chicken. Do you want to change?

-No, veal is fine. Have you bought something?

-Yes, look.- She showed me a small four digit combination padlock. She reached under my skirt and locked my panties.

-Hey! So, which is the combination?

-Ha, ha, very funny, slut.- She talked a bit louder than the necessary and the people around heard us. I wanted to end that fucking trip as soon as possible.

After lunch we came back home.

-Ok, first of all, I'm going to put some moisturizing cream on that beautiful neck of yours, and then we can begin with the photos.

-The photos?

-For your profile in the dating website. You are going to be the most beautiful slut online.

-I surely doubt that.- At that point it was pretty clear that I was a slut. In the very rare moments in which I was rational, I could analyze my behavior those months and that was the logical conclusion. Being addicted to masturbation, and fucking strangers, in a few cases without even talking with them first..., slut was the appropriate word. So I didn't care about Paige calling me that. It was the truth.

-Ok, undress.

I was wondering why did I need to be naked, because the tattoo was on my neck. But I was already used to showing her my body. We slept together very often and very undressed because summer was about to come. Also her hands on my neck felt so fucking good that I didn't care about anything at all. I wanted her hands touching me and whenever I was naked she used to touch me a lot and in many places. She told me several times that she liked to caress me because I was smooth and pretty. Why the fuck should I argue?

After fucking the tattooist I had been relaxed for a few hours. But Paige's hands on my neck and, from time to time, on my breasts for no particular reason, made my heart win another race against my sanity. I was about to have a hard time modelling for a camera so a bunch of strangers could see me disguised as a slutty teenager. The massage, though, made me forget about my shame and made me focus on my crotch.

I had already had sex that day, so the panties would be closed until next morning. The evening and the night were going to be tough.

-Don't forget to show your butterfly because is going to be your nickname.

-How much time have you been planning all this?

-All my life.- She joked. Was she joking? Yeah, she musted be joking.

So the point of all day's activities was to prepare the online profile which would be helpful for meeting guys who wanted to fuck a teenager legally. In those pictures I weared the outfits we had bought that day, plus the ones I had already used. I had to behave like a slutty teenager is supposed to behave in those situations, like, perhaps, showing an innocent smile, legs partially open, write something in a very pink diary with a very pink pen, pretend to be ashamed when my shoulder is in sight, and, yeah, a small pink backpack.

After the photoshoot, we uploaded the pics and wrote a false biography on the profile. That day was Paige's turn for cooking dinner, but I preferred to do it myself, because I desperately needed to distract my attention from by crotch to something else. Yet my hand reached there from time to time.

During dinner, Paige's t-shirt was so sheer that my eyes moved constantly from her face to her chest, which made me realize that I was only wearing the latex panties. I was already accustomed to being naked around the house. Therefor I couldn't consider myself a shy person anymore. I had changed. I didn't know exactly when but surely I knew why. That realization worried me a little, because what had happened the last months wasn't planned and I didn't feel capable of predicting the consequences. I had lost control over my feelings and my life, and yet, I didn't feel scared or stressed. I had changed and I didn't care.

-Do you want to check the website?- Asked Paige.

-No, we will do it tomorrow.

-What are you thinking about, slut?

-I... How much may a person change in a couple of months?

-Depends on the motivation and the context, I guess.

-...Why a butterfly?- The drawing was going to be in my neck for a lot of years. I should know why.

-Because you have left your cocoon, don't you?