The Witch's Ichor

Spontaneous Shopping [5]

Firm knocking wakes Ryker with a start. His bleary eyes blink rapidly as his sunlit bedroom comes into focus. His mom gently opens the door, and Ryker frantically pulls his blankets up to cover himself. His mother scans him up and down. If she notices anything she doesn't say it.

"Jamison's here. He said you were gonna go with him to grab the snacks and stuff for your little party tonight..?" She explains.

"O-Oh shoot! Yeah!" Ryker affirms.

Silence ensues as the feminine voice that just came out of Ryker's mouth shocks both mother and son. Ryker quickly brings up an excuse for his odd pitch.

"A-Ahem... S-Sorry, I've been feeling a little sick." Ryker lies.

Ryker's mother gives him a disbelieving look. She leaves the room wordlessly, gently shutting his bedroom door. Ryker takes a deep breath.

Oh my god that was embarrassing!

Ryker leaps out of bed and practically throws himself into his closet. The dirty clothing gets him to wrinkle his button nose in disgust.

How did I live like this?
There has to be something clean in here!

Stained shirts and greasy jeans form a hefty pile. The occasional pair of boxers or crusty socks is the icing on the unhygienic cake. Ryker finally settles for a mostly okay smelling shirt and a slightly dirt stained pair of jeans. One look in the mirror makes him cringe at how obvious his bust is.

The hoodie is a must!

Ryker feels a little stuffy as he slips into his hoodie. At least his chest doesn't look so obviously feminine now. Ryker hurries out of his bedroom, taking the stairs two at a time.

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Jamison yawns lazily. The sun is already halfway up in the sky, and birds are chirping as they do every morning. The sound of the front door opening catches his attention. He turns to greet Ryker. Instead there's a girl he doesn't recognize. Her black hair stops just above her shoulders, and the hoodie she wears fails to obscure the telltale curve of her breasts. Jamison averts his gaze.

"H-Hey sorry I kind of overslept!" She says.

Her voice is a little familiar, but not immediately recognizable. She has this sheepish smile on her face that Jamison finds adorable.

"It's alright, but who are you..?" Jamison asks casually.

The unknown girl turns pale. She stammers a bit as she avoids eye contact with Jamison.

"I-It's me, Ryker!" She whines.

Something clicks. Jamison's eyebrows go up as he appraises the person standing in front of him. This person looks almost five feet tall, yet Ryker was five feet and eight inches tall last he heard. This person does have an uncanny resemblance to Ryker.

"Hm. Prove it." Jamison challenges.

"You're a real jerk, you know that?" So called Ryker protests.

Jamison smirks at the girl's reaction. She's pretty similar to Ryker, but there's no way Ryker just suddenly grew boobs overnight. The girl claiming to be Ryker crosses her arms over her chest, glaring at Jamison.

"If looks could kill-" Jamison starts to tease.

"The potion." She suddenly says.

The girl's tone is deathly serious. The trip to the witch's shop a couple nights ago comes to Jamison's mind.

"Wait, so it actually did something?" Jamison asks hesitantly.

"Y-Yeah." Ryker affirms shakily.

"What happened to you? Are you... Are you turning into a girl?" Jamison voices the obvious.