This challenge was to write a story in the Fetishism genre using the keywords: Electric Toothbrush. Some may deem this 18+ NSFW
The teenage years. Boys, unwanted hair growth, equally unwanted huge breasts that meant bras were practical but ugly, spots and blood loss. Oh my god! How can a woman lose so much blood and not need a transfusion? And don’t even get me started on the hormones and endless crying for no reason. I hated being a teenager.
I’m Rachel by the way, a thirteen year old slightly plump spotty newly teen, with a hatred and love of boys in equal measure. One boy in particular actually, Jordan Knight from NKOTB. I’ve got his picture everywhere, and one day he will have mine. In fact we will be in them together!
“Rachel, are you in the bathroom?”
That’s my dad. Super cool and I love him to bits, but I’d never let him know that. He still thinks of me as his little princess and goes all Alpha male when the subject of sex comes up. ‘Well you’re better off having those discussions with your mom’ he’d say quickly changing the subject.
“No! I’m in my room.”
“Good. I need to freshen up and brush my teeth before taking your mom out. You’ll still be okay on your own won’t you? You’ve got Nanna’s phone number haven’t you?”
Two things: Firstly, my dad was the master of stringing multiple sentences into one long continuous ramble. Secondly, and more alarmingly, he wasn’t going to find his toothbrush.
Girls talk. I don’t know who was first to try it, but eventually I had to. Just out of curiosity and because Tracey said it made her tingle and almost pee herself. She wasn’t wrong. Five times I’d used it today already, and really should have put it back before now.
“Baby! Have you seen my toothbrush?”
That was directed at my mom! Things are going to get really embarrassing if she gets involved, because she’ll straight up ask the questions my dad won’t. Wish me luck!