Let Your Fantasies Unwind

Chapter 9

I wake up the next morning, and the Phantom is watching me, from the door.

"Good morning, Megan!" he says.

'Something has to be wrong, or up, or whatever.' I yawn. "Good morning, Phantom."

"How are you feeling?"

"Refreshed, mostly. Is something going on today?"

"No. Just in a better mood."

"Alright. Well, I gotta get dressed. See you in a second."

He nods, exits the room, shutting the door, and then walks away. I go over to my bag and inspect which articles of clothing are the least dirty, so I don't appear bad, and also wash the other ones. 'Or should I wear the more dirty ones, so then I can have, like, an outfit to wear when cleaning, one to be in casual, and have a spare?'

I ponder for another minute before there's a knock at the door.

"I think you'll enjoy something, Megan! I got them myself! Please hurry up?"

'Okay, his very cheery mood is not exactly a good sign, but he's happy, or at least sounds like it. But 'them'?' I blush. "Give me a moment!"

I get dressed in the least dirty clothing, and then open the door.

My face meets a bunch of boxes.

"Surprise!" he pushes them into my arms, some falling to the floor. "Open them!"

"One second, please!" I put them on the ground, and estimate about ten boxes. I sit on the ground, and grab the nearest one. "Before I start, it seems like you're up to something?"

"What? Me?" he says in the 'shocked' voice, the one everyone plays when they're trying to seem shocked, but they're not actually.

I shake my head, a smile growing on my face. I open the box up, and inside are a few shirts, looking to fit my short torso. I hold one up to myself and seem fine with the size. The colors are white, and the shirts are similar to the one the Phantom is wearing.

"You got me clothes?"

"That's only the first box, girl! Open the others!"

"Alright, alright!"

I grab another box, and inside is a dress, a pretty one, and a little fancy.

"I...it's pretty."

"I thought you would like it. I have noticed though you wear shirts and short pants like a guy. Why do you dress as such?"

"Where I'm from, we dress for comfort, and not exactly to impress, I guess."

I stand up and hold the dress to myself. It's a long dress, down to my feet, a rich blue, a little sparkly, and has fat straps. The chest part is the sparkly part. I set it down on the bed and then open another box. Inside are a few long pants, again, somehow fitted to my size. I set those by the shirts. I open a few more boxes, and inside are gloves, hats, two paddy and one more girly, one box had underwear and socks, and which we both blush and not talk about that, and in the last box is a necklace.

"I-why did you get me all of this? And how?" I ask after finishing the 'little' surprise.

"Well, one, I noticed you had only so much clothing in your bag, so I thought I'd get you some more. Your style is more male-like, so I got what I could at best. And I also put the thought that you're a girl, you're bound to like something girly."

"How'd you get the clothing to fit me, even though we never really talked about sizes and such?"

"While you were in and out of consciousness, I took measurements." I stare coldly at him. "I didn't look under your clothing, or felt you inappropriately, in case you're giving me that stare for those reasons."