The Witch's Ichor

Boys Being Boys [15]

Zoe's nose twitches softly. The sweet aroma of pancakes is wafting up from the kitchen. Zoe's eyes slowly open, and her tummy lets out a hungry gurgle. Zoe's cheeks flush slightly as she sits up in bed.

I smell pancakes!

The blanket slips messily to the floor as Zoe hops out of bed. She takes the time to pick it up and make her bed. Zoe pushes open her closet with a determined look on her small face. There's a distinct lack of options for girl outfits. She sighs.

I guess I have to be a boy at school.
Can't exactly tell the school magic turned me into a girl, can I?

Zoe pouts angrily at the clean boy clothes in her closet. With a roll of her eyes she grabs an outfit fit for a boy, and some of her undergarments. Zoe pulls on her panties without fanfare, and slips on a rather baggy pair of her boy jeans. She stuffs a bra into her bag, and tosses on a shirt fit for her boy body.

The clothes look a bit silly on her small frame. Zoe sticks her tongue out in the mirror, and giggles. She takes the time to pack her new sneakers, and slips into her old ones reluctantly.

I feel a bit silly, but this is necessary.
I've waited years to be a girl, so what's a little while longer?

Zoe rationalizes the sacrifice she's making as she hurries downstairs. The smell of pancakes makes her mouth water. Zoe eagerly slips into a seat at the table. Zoe's mother smirks at her daughter, and dishes up a plateful of pancakes topped with some whipped cream.

"That's quite the fashion statement." Zoe's mom comments.

Zoe starts cutting apart her pancakes with a bitter smile.

"Well I have to swap between boy and girl mode so the teachers recognize me!" Zoe explains.

"Hm. You can do that? I was just going to let you stay home till we got things sorted with the school." Zoe's mother replies.

While staying home for a while is a tempting offer, Zoe doesn't want to miss her classwork. Spending some time with her friends is worth it, too. Zoe's mother grabs her car keys with a flourish. She quickly gives Zoe a kiss on the forehead as usual, and moves to the door.

"Oh! I almost forgot." Zoe's mother remarks.

Zoe watches her mother move to the kitchen. She grabs something from a drawer and walks back over. Zoe is stuffing her face with pancake when her mother places a little can of pepper spray on the table.

"Mf hmf fh?" Zoe says with her mouth full.

"Don't talk with your mouth full, honey." Zoe's mother scolds.

Zoe swallows her mouthful of delicious pancake.

"What's that for?" Zoe repeats.

"You're a girl, honey. You'll need a way to defend yourself in an emergency." Her mother explains.

Zoe's nose wrinkles at the thought of having to spray someone. She understands why it's necessary, but she hates confrontation. Zoe's mother moves to the door, her heels clicking as she walks.

"Anyways, I'll see you later. Love you, honey." Zoe's mother says.

"Lffh hf mhh!" Zoe replies, once again with her mouth stuffed.

The door shuts with a click, and Zoe swallows her pancakes happily. Pancakes are her favorite kind of breakfast food. Potatoes come as a close second.

Zoe finishes up her breakfast and carries her plate to the sink. She hums to herself as she washes off her dirty dishes. Something about doing these kind of chores relaxes Zoe. It's strange that she never felt this way when she was a boy.