Mechanical arms gently but firmly manhandling you, sections of mould pressing tightly in on you, your form warping underneath them to fill available space, some areas squeezed smaller, other areas expanding, face forced into the delicate and unmoving visage of a PermaGoth doll, along with the rest of your body being reshaped and painted to change you utterly, eventually leaving you to hobble delicately off the conveyor belt, rubber petticoats rustling and ankles squeaking against each other, makeup drying on your new face as a parasol is pressed into your dainty, fingerless gloved hand...

Beautification sometimes entails some pretty extreme measures, doesn't it?

Just listening to the layers of permanent rubber petticoats rustling against your dainty white latex clad legs will erase all those pesky thoughts of your old life. I love the little parasol! Twirling it in your molded hand, keep the sun off that perky pale face.

Somehow, it all just feels so natural - why, with each passing day, you can barely even remember being anything else!

Ehh...Goths are SO overrated.

Its dumb ass comments like this why people block you.

Geez. I was joking.

Funny joke.

It's so adorable. Could do with some tender hand holding

Yes! Gentle goths need taking care of.

M-m-m, nice concept! ^^

Thank you! perma-goths are great fun