Abe Sapien and the Witch

Chapter 12

Chapter twelve

The fifth dress shop was the one where both ladies found their suited gowns, arriving there laden down with bags full of random items of clothing they had spent the day picking out together. Like school girls going to prom, she and Liz swooned over the different styles of dresses, giggling at the risqué ones and rolling their eyes at the overly expensive ones.

"Can I help you, ladies?" the dapper sales assistant asked, "Can I get you some teas or coffees while you try on some of our wares?" "Oh, he's cute," whispered Liz, and louder, "Why yes good sir, we would be delighted with some coffee while we look for something suitable!" He nodded his head and waltzed towards the staff room, with Liz whispering, "cute ass!" and winking at her.

She had a little notepad and pen in her hand that she carried around throughout the day, and wrote on it, "No way, Abes ass is much firmer!" and the two of them started to giggle again, one silent one loud as he returned with two steaming mugs of coffee. "What are you looking for, ladies?" he asked, a hand on his hip bringing notice to his clearly packed crotch.

Liz stifled a laugh, her eyes tearing up from withheld mirth. "Well, I want something amazing. Like, flaming hot but not slutty." "Right..." he said, "and for you?" She shrugged and looked to Liz, who blurted out, "We don't know exactly, but we'll look through what you have and if the right one comes along, we'll know it!"

"Great!" he said, turning to a row of dresses further into the shop. "You said flaming hot, and I wonder if this might suit." he added, pulling a deep red dress from the rack. The garb looked to be figure hugging in design, with frills down one side that graduated to an orange colour. She took it from him, heading into the changing room.

He tried to make conversation with her, standing before her as she sat on one of the cushioned chairs drinking her coffee and the more he spoke, the closer his crotch got to her face. "So, is this for a hot date?" he asked, trying to find out more about her. She scribbled into her notepad. "I'm a mute lesbian." and he turned away, all interest in her gone. "Right, well, let's see how your friend is getting on shall we? Are you ready, darling?"

Liz stepped out of the dressing room, and She stood, her hands going to her mouth. The dress was perfect, it made Liz look feminine and yet badass with the way the lighter laced frills fluttered like flames in a fire. She gave two thumbs up, jumping on her toes and the sales assistant rolled his eyes, thinking she was Liz' overexcited girlfriend.

"This is it, right?" Liz said, twirling around. "Red's gonna love this. I'll take it! That's one down," she said, re-entering the dressing room to get back into her regular clothes. "It's your turn next!" she shouted through the shutters, "we have to find you something spectacular to match Abes firm asscheeks!"

She laughed her silent laugh as the sales clerk flushed red and turned away, pretending to fix the dresses on the rack. He was still lurking there when Liz emerged, and she handed the dress to him, so he could package it up. "What's that over there...?" she said, spotting something on a rack at the other side of the room. "Oh my God!" she said, pulling it out so that the fabric swayed on the hanger. The two women looked at each other and She stood, taking the dress from Liz with excitement as she ushered her into the changing room.

Liz spotted the notepad on the coffee table and started to laugh out loud at the note. "Oh, I can't breathe," she said, tears streaming down her cheeks as the sales assistant arrived back to see if they needed more help. "Are you ok in there sweetheart, or do you need me to come in there and fix your boobs again, you know what you're like getting your bra crooked all the time?"

She crossed her legs in the dressing room, realising what Liz had seen and now she was laughing so much she needed to pee. Breathe breathe breathe she told herself, pulling the rest of the gown over her shoulders, struggling with the back. She looked at herself in the long mirror, not sure that she recognised the figure that reflected within, but in a good kind of way. Abe might really like this...

She took a deep breath and stepped out, Liz and the salesman falling silent as she emerged. "Oh my God..." whispered Liz. "Abe is going to have a coronary when he sees you in that. You need to get that dress right now, nothing else will do!"

*****

The B.P.R.D. head tailor made Reds suit every year and was in a panic at being called in to make a new suit from scratch so close to the date of the dance. "It really is very late!" he muttered, measuring along Abes inner thing with a not so gentle touch.

"Well..." Abe stuttered, stepping back at the intrusion, "I didn't realise until now that I was going, you see. I realise it's an inconvenieeee-" the word ended in a high pitch as the tailor pressed a rough hand across Abes crotch, measuring the width of his hips.

Red lay across the couch in the library, laughing so much his belly ached at Abes struggle while he drank a beer or three.

"Done!" the tailor said, standing up so fast that Abe had to hop back to not get a forehead to the chin. "Right..." he said to no-one, as the man was already scurrying out the door in a rush. He looked to Red, and sighed, "I'm glad you're enjoying yourself, that was an ordeal!"

"Ah, Hans is a crazy old nutbag, but you know what, he's the best guy around. He'll make you something awesome." "I wonder if the ladies are enjoying their day out together?" Abe asked, sitting down next to his friend.

"Oh yeah! Liz doesn't go out much for stuff like that, you know she finds it hard to make friends. It's good they seem to be getting on, I mean their both beautiful gals dating...well, ya know." "People like us?" Abe finished, a quiet tone to his voice.

Red nodded, shrugging a shoulder towards the beer on the table, "Want one?" Abe studied the cans, and reached forward for one, Red cheering him on. "Alright! Things are changing around here, and I like it!"

"This whole dance thing has me razzled, Red. Wait, do you think we are dating? I mean, are we? We never said as much. This is...confusing." He popped the can open with careful fingers and took a sip, squinting at the taste. "You get used to it," Red said, sitting forward to tip his can against Abes. "Cheers, buddy!" "Oh, cheers, Red." he said, taking another sip.

The ladies had eaten at a pizza place and gone to see a movie at the cinema, then been collected by a B.P.R.D. car when it started to get late. They were exhausted from shopping. The driver offered to carry their bags in for them, but they refused politely and headed down the round elevator with all of their baggage splayed out like a shield around them.

They were still laughing at how the day went, and as they headed down the long hallway towards the library, they could hear loud music reverberating though the walls. They looked at each other, Liz opening one of the doors with her shoulder, so they could both slip through.