The Witch's Ichor

To Girl And Back [9]

Several other mall goers mill about the parking lot. Ryker's shoulders feel a little chilly, and the fabric of his leggings feels too thin. His mother steps out of the car. She puts one of her coats on Ryker.

"Wear this. I don't want you exposing yourself so much." Ryker's mother insists.

"What? I was not exposing myself!" Ryker protests.

"Honey your tits are basically on full display with how tight that sweater is." Ryker's mother deadpans.

Ryker's eyebrows go up and his soft lips part in shock. He stares at his mother for several seconds. She gently closes his mouth by pushing up his jaw, and zips up the coat he's borrowing.

"Mom!" Ryker sputters.

Ryker's Mother doesn't reply. She guides Ryker by the hand. Ryker can feel heat suffusing his cheeks as he replays his mother's rude words in his head.

Did I really look that slutty?

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The quiet din of the jazz music playing over the mall speakers helps calm Ryker down as his mother drags him into a department store. He twirls a lock of black hair around his finger nervously. His mother flags down a passing employee, and puts on her best smile.

"Excuse me, could you take my daughter's measurements? She's had a bit of a growth spurt." Ryker's mother fibs.

"Oh, of course! Right this way." The employee replies cheerily.

Ryker struggles not to smile at how being referred to as 'my daughter' makes him feel. The employee guides them into a back room where she takes out a tape measure and a little notepad.

"Go ahead and get undressed. I'm just going to get your band size, cup size, and a few measurements for your hips and such." The employee explains.

Ryker's lip quivers slightly. He takes a deep breath before pulling off his mother's coat. The employee is polite enough not to stare as Ryker pulls the sweater off over his head.

"That's good enough. Your leggings won't get in the way." She says reassuringly.

Ryker sighs in relief. He patiently follows the kind lady's instructions as she takes his measurements. The process is a bit intimate, yet Ryker doesn't find it exciting in the slightest.

"Thanks for the help!" Ryker's mother thanks.

"No problem!" The employee replies.

"T-Thank you." Ryker manages to eek out.

This earns him an amused smile from the employee. She leaves them to their shopping, and Ryker's mom takes charge. Five new bras go into the shopping basket.

"Mom, why are you getting so much?" Ryker asks.

"Well you need clothes, don't you? Can't go to school naked." Ryker's mother jokes.

"I am NOT going to school like this!" Ryker protests.

Ryker's mother places a few matching pairs of panties into the shopping basket before taking a moment to consider Ryker's words.

"Ryker, do you want to be a girl?" Ryker's mother asks carefully.

Ryker hesitates for half a second before shaking his head. Ryker's mother puts her fingertip to her lips. She squints at her son thoughtfully.

"Alright, then we'll need to go find that witch." She says seriously.

The image of that vile crone sitting behind the shop counter sends a shiver down Ryker's spine. He clutches his arms as if cold, and shakes his head.