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Before the story begins, I would like to say something. I wrote this story over 2 years ago so when part two is released, it will be much better than this. I was walking around my old primary school’s summer fete. It was on once a year and I always came to see how my school was doing and to see my old friends but this year none of my friends had shown up. I decided to stay for a bit just in case one of them came late and to look at all the stalls. “Hey greg.” I heard a voice coming from behind me. I turned around and saw it was Darcey, a girl who I used to fight with a lot. We teased and bullied each other a lot when we Were in the same school. “I’m glad you showed up,” she said, “remember when you bullied me for posting a selfie of me dressed up as a princess on Instagram?” “Yeah…sorry” I replied. “I actually got that costume here,” she said, “they do princess makeovers in that giant tent at the end of the field.” “and,” I said, “what’s your point?” “I thought you might be interested.” She said. “Why would you think that?” I replied, “Disney princesses look dumb and everyone who gets those makeovers looks dumber.” She looked angry for a moment but then grew an evil grin. “Don’t be so hard on yourself!” she said. She picked me up and dragged me towards the princess makeover tent. There was nobody in the que so I got dragged in straight away. There were six people working in the tent and only one of them wasn’t giving a makeover to a little girl, that one walked up to us. “Hi, I’m Loren, are you here for the princess makeover?” she said to Darcey. “No, he is!” Darcey said. “No, I’m not!” I yelled. “he’s just shy.” Darcey said. “It’s ok, I understand,” Loren said, “even boys want to be pretty sometimes. I’ll be waiting for you in that private room, come in when you’re ready.” Loren walked away and entered the private room. “So, you can’t say no to anything, Darcey said, “I’ve got this!” She pulled some super glue out of her pocket and glued my mouth shut “She’ll just think you are shy,” Darcey said, “and don’t worry, I’ve got glue remover, so you’ll be able to open your mouth after this.” Darcey dragged me into the private room Loren greeted us. “He’s too shy to speak to you so he told me what he wants outside.” Darcey said. “Ok, I understand, I used to be very shy,” Loren said, “What does he want?” “he wants to be Elsa from Frozen,” Darcey said. “Elsa, good choice.” Loren said. Darcey left the room. Loren sat me down on a chair and stripped me down to my pants. She shaved my all my body and plucked my eyebrows into a thin and feminine shape. She grabbed a makeup set and started applying foundation to my face. She did some contouring to make my face appear more feminine. My head already looked feminine shaped. She applied mascara and then glued fake eyelashes on top of my real ones. She added some sparkly purple eyeshadow and then applied a bright red blush. She then finished the look with some purple lipstick. She grabbed a blonde wig that was already in Elsa’s hair style. She then grabbed some glue and poured it into the wig. Then, she put it on my head. She held the wig still until the glue dried. “And now, the moment you’ve been waiting for.” She said as she pulled some clothes out of a box. It was Elsa’s dress and her blue high heels. The dress was huge, bright blue and very sparkly. She shoved the shoes onto my feet. She ripped of my boxers and grabbed a pair of pink panties and slid them up my legs. Then, she grabbed a bra and glued a huge water balloon in each bra cup. She then clipped it around me. She grabbed the dress and she shoved it and tightened the straps until it looked like I had a curvy body shape. She grabbed a mirror and showed me what I looked like. I was shocked, I looked like a girl. “Your friend paid for you so don’t worry. She dragged me out the private room and shoved me outside of the tent where I saw Darcey who was waiting for me. “You look good.” She sarcastically said. She pulled glue remover out of her pocket and put it on my mouth, so I could open it again. “Shut up!” I yelled, “why did you do this to me anyway?” “You bullied me for taking a selfie dressed as a princess and posting it on Instagram,” she said, “and I thought the best punishment would be to make you do the same thing. If you keep whining I’ll make the look permanent.” “What do you mean by the same thing?” I asked. “This is pepper spray,” she said as she pulled pepper spray out of her pocket, “it hurts like hell and If you don’t take a selfie of you looking happy and trying to do a sexy pose with the whole costume in shot, I will spray you!” I didn’t want to be sprayed so I did what she said, I took a selfie. After I did it she told me to give her my phone or she would spray me so I gave it to her. When she had my phone, she went straight onto Instagram with the caption `Like my new look 😉 #Frozen #Elsa #BiggestPrincessFanEver´. “Luckily people in your school don’t follow you, oh wait, 40 of you followers are in your school!” Darcey excitedly yelled. I was so mad, I tried to hit her but missed. “If you misbehave, I will make this worse for you!” she said. I didn’t listen, and I hit her. “I warned you, but you still misbehaved, you brought this upon yourself!” She got her phone out and texted one of her friends. “What are you doing?” I asked. “I made a plan for if you misbehaved, my friends are at your house and already have the supplies I provided them. They’re gonna make some changes!” she replied. “What do you mean by changes?” I asked. “You’ll see,” she said, “now let’s get you home.” “I’m not going anywhere near my neighbourhood like this, people know me!” I yelled. “Yes, you are!” she said as she waved a dog lead and collar in my face. I was being humiliated. It was mid-day so lots of people who knew me were outside. I was dressed like a Disney princess and I was being dragged by a lead like I was a dog. Lots of people who saw me, knew me, and they were laughing and taking photos. “This day couldn’t get any worse.” I thought but I was wrong, it was going to get a lot worse.

With a lunchbox in your hand, you gaze around at the crowds of people and sigh. You’re in Disneyland, you should be happy but the lines for rides are too long and you can’t even find a place to sit and eat. You wade through the people surrounding you, trying to find a place to sit alone until you bump into a building.

You look up and see a giant pink house with princesses posing in pictures outside the front door. You roll your eyes at the adults posing with the characters and walk around the building. At the back of the house, you see a metal door. You shake the door handle and find out that it’s unlocked. You look around
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Nice story! Looking forward to part 2

July 22, 2021, 4:30 PM · 19 min read
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From left to right: adult performers Kasey Storm, Alana Evans, Cher Adel, Kianna Bradley, and Dakota Skye. - Credit: Kiana Bradley
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On June 9th, 2021, police in Los Angeles ’s Skid Row, a neighborhood frequented by homeless people and substance abusers, responded to a call from a man in a trailer. The man said that a woman had stopped by hours earlier requesting to take a nap. He obliged, offering her a spot on his couch, but when he checked on her in the morning, she wasn’t breathing.
The woman’s name was Lauren Scott, and she loved karaoke, Hilary Duff, and once harbored dreams of becoming a marine biologist. But she was better known as Dakota Skye . Diminutive and flaxen-haired, Skye had starred in nearly 300 movies since entering the industry eight years ago, when she was 19, from Couples Bang the Babysitter 10 to Young Girl Seductions 9; even though she was 27 at the time of her death, practically Methusaleh-esque in porn years, her petite stature (she was just five feet tall) and omnipresent cherubic expression led to her being primarily cast in teen roles.
According to the L.A. County Department of Medical Examiner- Coroner, Skye’s cause of death has not been determined, and the office refused to release documents related to her death to Rolling Stone until the case was closed. But it was well-known in adult circles that she struggled with substance abuse. At the time of her death, the press reported she was homeless, which was not the case; estranged from her husband, she was living with her boyfriend in Woodland Hills, California. But she had fallen from her previous heights.
At the peak of her time in porn, Skye was represented by one of the profession’s top agents, appeared on hundreds of DVD box covers, and had been nominated for a number of awards, including the prestigious AVN Best New Starlet award in 2015. But over the past few years, she hadn’t been booking many roles, garnering headlines mostly for her arrests (including for domestic violence in 2017, a charge that was later dropped) and her erratic behavior on social media, including, most recently, flashing her breasts in front of a George Floyd mural in May 2021. She also struggled with drug and alcohol addiction, leading her to ping-pong around for years, borrowing money and capitalizing on favors for work. “She was so big in our industry,” says Kianna Bradley, an adult actress who befriended and later mentored Skye. “ And she died in someone’s RV with a man she did not know, because she had nowhere else to go.”
Considering she had not been highly active in porn for years, some members of the adult community, sensitive to how they are depicted in mainstream media, were careful to separate themselves from Skye, arguing that hers was a tragic yet all too common story across the city — not just for those involved in porn. “A person with known addiction issues overdosed. It happens daily in Los Angeles,” one insider told me. “It’s a sad person with drug problems who died, by all accounts I’ve heard.”
Others, however, argue that Skye’s fate is reflective of issues inherent to the adult industry, such as the lack of systemic, institutional support for those struggling with mental illness and substance abuse. “When I was Dakota’s age, I was so fucked up, I was missing shoots and they finally told me, ‘We’re not hiring you anymore. Go get help. We’ll put you in rehab and give you help,'” says Bradley. “That doesn’t happen anymore. They used her up and pushed her aside.”
Skye was born in Clearwater, Florida to an alcoholic mother who would later die in her 40s and a father whom she barely knew. Her childhood was marked by sexual abuse, and her mother sporadically going on alcohol binges. “She had a very, very bad upbringing,” her husband, Zachary Lecompte-Goble, tells Rolling Stone. When she was in her early teens, she went to live with her father’s family in southern Ohio, which is where she met an older boyfriend who encouraged her to start camming when she was just 16, below the legal age of entry, according to Lecompte-Goble. When she was 19, she launched her porn career in Florida after being recruited by her first agent, John O’Byrne of East Coast Talent. “ Smaller models end up doing well — the petite girls do well,” O’Byrne says. “The industry likes the [juxtaposition] of tiny girl/big penis. She had a great work ethic in the beginning. She’d show up and shoot and they’d be like ‘Oh my god, she killed it. We want to book her for four more scenes.'” Within the first six months, he says, she was on more than 100 box covers.
According to Lecompte-Goble, Skye told him that when she first entered the industry, she had expressed to O’Byrne that she was only comfortable with booking girl/girl shoots — a fairly common ask for young women new to porn — only for her agent to immediately start booking her roles in boy/girl scenes. “It was certainly a bait-and-switch,” says Lecompte-Goble. (O’Byrne denied any memory of this, saying Skye had requested to do boy/girl scenes off the bat.)
Skye enjoyed her work, and by all accounts was good at it. “She looks very similar to Dakota Fanning and that was part of the niche she was working,” says Alana Evans, Skye’s friend and the president of the Adult Performance Artists’ Guild. “That bratty blonde is what it was about her personality that [viewers] enjoyed.” After about two and a half years, she left East Coast Talent and moved to Los Angeles, the epicenter of the porn world, to work with superstar adult agent Mark Spiegler.
Skye was fearless and generous to her friends when she could be, with Bradley recounting that one time, when Bradley was auditioning for a marketing job at a club, Skye stripped down to her underwear, climbed onto a table, and started belting to lure in patrons. “She was singing her little heart out and she can’t sing a lick,” Bradley recalls. “Because she wanted to help me get that job.” When she was sober, she was bubbly and free-spirited and game for anything. Director and screenwriter Jacky St. James tells Rolling Stone that at the height of Skye’s success, she once called her to do an uncredited extra role, which required her to don an unflattering costume to play a nerdy college student. “She let me put gigantic eyebrows on her and dress her in the most heinous Pepto-Bismol colored outfit and let me put her hair up in this ugly scrunchie and she was completely OK and comfortable and had a blast,” recalls St. James. “That to me is my memory of Dakota: the girl who was never too proud to be silly.”
In the depths of her addiction, however, she was impulsive and erratic. She would take to Facebook to post lengthy rants about how her dog was ill and required surgery, and hit up former colleagues and employers asking for money. “ It was very unusual, because she was a very sought-after performer,” says St. James “It was surprising she would need money.” Lecompte-Goble says she would do things like jet off to Paris to make a sex tape with a stranger, or pull a knife on him during an argument. “I don’t know anything about demons,” he says. “I’ve never met someone who you could say ‘they’re possessed by a demon.’ But there was a demon inside this girl.”
Lecompte-Goble first met Skye at a party, at the height of her fame, around 2015; they got married in Las Vegas in 2016, after Skye said she was pregnant (Lecompte-Goble says she made the decision to terminate the pregnancy in order to keep working, after Spiegler offered her a contract.) As a porn outsider, or “civilian” — he currently works in the cannabis industry, and previously briefly worked as a spokesperson for far-right provocateur Milo Yiannopolous — he didn’t know what to make of the fact that she did sex work. “At first, I saw it as her being empowered as a woman,” he says. “And I thought, who am I to tell her she can’t do that?” More disturbing by far, he says, was Skye’s taste for Xanax. “This is Los Angeles. If you take a Xanax because you have anxiety and you take it as prescribed, that’s not necessarily a red flag,” he says. “And she was really good at hiding that at first.”
It was when she lost the Best New Starlet award that Lecompte-Goble says her substance abuse skyrocketed: he would routinely see her taking 10 to 15 Xanax at a time, and she also started smoking methamphetamine. “I wanted to help fix her because I, you know, I’m not from this world,” he says. “I just thought maybe I could get her some mental help and I could give her what she needed and I can fix her.” After two years of living together, the relationship ended after Skye pulled a knife on Lecompte-Goble. For the last few years of her life, since their split in 2016, they were husband and wife in legal name only. “I became more of her father and more of a caretaker than anything else,” he says.
Also concerning was Skye’s increasingly unpredictable behavior. She would regularly become paranoid and violent, accusing people of sexually abusing or harming her or claiming that shadowy forces were pursuing her and trying to end her life. She once told her friend Evans that Lecompte-Goble was a Kennedy and that people were trying to assassinate her. She called one friend and told him there were hidden cameras in her house, and that she was obsessively documenting her boyfriend’s actions because she was afraid of him sex trafficking her. “ She would say the craziest stuff. Everyone in the business that worked with her or filmed her absolutely knew what they were getting with her,” Evans says. “They knew she was an addict and maybe would be coherent but not necessarily sober. And this was the path she was on for a few years.” At one point, she accused porn star Ron Jeremy of raping her; according to Evans, when the LAPD contacted her during its investigation of Jeremy to ask for Skye’s statement, Skye at first assented, then refused to cooperate with police. (Jeremy is currently facing 330 years in prison on other sexual assault charges; his lawyers did not respond to Rolling Stone ‘s request for comment.)
In June 2017, Skye was arrested in Pinellas County, Florida for domestic battery. According to Pinellas County court records, at approximately 4:55 a.m., Skye struck her then-boyfriend in the face after they had sex, “swelling and cutting his bottom lip.” “It was a drug-fueled rage,” says Bradley of the incident. The following month, the boyfriend filed a request not to prosecute, which the court granted. Over the following two years, Skye would go to rehab at least six times, says Lecompte-Gobl
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