Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

Alex teased and fluffed my hair, the heaven I was in with
all the grooming and being touched starting to relax me, but
then she went to my closet, dug out some things, and with my
permission, began ripping and cutting to make me a costume.
I wore my fluffy, black miniskirt with tulle layered
underneath, a strappy, leather bra she’d had with her, and the
tutu torn off one of my ballet costumes from when I was little
wrapped around my neck in a big collar. She dressed up my
wrists with whatever I had in my armoire and sprayed some
body glitter on my stomach, legs, and arms.
She tried to put heels on me but quickly realized that
would be a mistake—as I’d told her it would be—and I slipped
into my black Chucks instead.
But before we left the room, she remembered one last
thing.
Fangs.
Sharp, smooth, and acrylic, she took out her extra set,
mixed up the plaster, filled the grooves inside the two fangs,
and asked me if I wanted them on my canines or incisors.
Blade or True Blood?
Blade.
Canines, it was. She fastened them on top on my real teeth,
and I held them for a couple of minutes, letting the plaster dry
and getting used to the feeling. The points brushed against the
inside of my bottom lip, but otherwise they felt pretty
functional.
I was ready.
I wasn’t sure how I looked, but Will let out a whistle when
I came down, and Damon let me leave with no problem. In
fact, he was unusually pleasant about the whole thing. About
me going out with his friends half-naked.
It kind of gave me pause.
Have fun, he’d said in a tone more loaded than I could
figure out.