This choice: Her favourite clothing store to grab some new threads • Go Back...Chapter #8Stripping Down and Covering Up by: Unknown Original byAzazel-8
As she entered the mall proper, Gwen gave a little wiggle of her hips to make sure her unfortunate passenger was still alive. When she received a feeble buzz in response from the now thoroughly gassed Cody, she allowed herself a small smile, figuring that he’d gotten what he deserved. She told herself that once they got home she’d help him properly, but he’d just have to make do for now.
The goth girl hadn’t been lying when she said she had things to do. Her curves had gone through a bit of a growth spurt of late, and she needed to update her wardrobe to ensure it fit properly, which meant hitting up half the stores at the mall until she found something to fit her personal tastes. At least this time she was by herself, relatively speaking, and wouldn’t have to deal with the incessant chatter or suggestions of one of her female friends. Well her so-called friends at least, since she still wasn’t sure where exactly she stood with people like Courtney these days.
Of course the moment she’d grabbed her first set of potential new threads and entered the nearest changing room Gwen was reminded that she now had to figure out what to do with her shrunken admirer. She could just leave him in the pocket of her jeans and hope he would at least show enough decorum to not spy on her, but she didn’t really trust him enough to do that. She could make him wait outside the changing room but then he’d probably end up getting stolen or lost.
Sighing, Gwen reached into her pocket and retrieved her tiny friend, raising him up to her face but almost immediately moving him to arm’s length as the smell of her own gas assaulted her. She temporarily screwed up her face at the unpleasant scent, before quickly replacing her disgust with a stern glare. “Listen. I’m going to be trying on some clothes and we both know that you’re not going to be able to resist peeking.” She could see Cody wanted to respond but cut him off before he could. “Don’t try and deny it. I know you still have my bra, even after all these years.”
Caught out, the shrunken nerd could do little but stutter and blush, not able to deny the accusation. Still reeling from his less-than pleasant experiences at the hands of his crush’s rear, Cody wasn’t quite able to find the words to make any kind of counter-argument as the giant goth continued.
“So here’s what I’m going to do.” Reaching into her cleavage and shuffling around for a moment, Gwen slipped her fingers past her phone and wallet and instead pulled out a long black ribbon, rolling her eyes at the look of shock that crossed her companion’s face. “It’s for my hair. But right now what I’m going to do is use it to cover you up. I’ll leave enough of gap for you to breath, but you won’t be able to spy on me, and you won’t be able to run off to spy on someone else either.”
Cody didn’t like this idea at all. It was bad enough that he was shrunken, but Gwen basically wanted to render him completely helpless. He tried to protest, but his words fell on death ears as his captor simply scooped him up and held her thumb over his mouth as she quickly began to wrap him, forcing his legs together and trapping his arms to his sides as she expertly covered him up. Soon enough he’d been reduced to nothing more than a vaguely human-shaped black body with a small gap just big enough to expose his mouth and nose to the outside world. With his eyes covered he couldn’t see anything but the ribbon itself, and any sound that reached his covered ears was distorted.
Gwen meanwhile was extremely satisfied with her work, casually placing the now immobile Cody down on the small bench in the changing room before stripping down. However, as she went to place her cloths down and grab her new acquisitions, she realised that she still had to figure out what exactly to do with her now immobile companion. If she left him on the bench she might accidentally loose him among the clothes, and worst case scenario get him lost in a piece of clothing she then returned to the racks. She could always return him to the pocket of her jeans but as he was now he was practically indistinguishable from the fabric, and she could easily lose track of him.
Of course, there was one other option she could think of which might be interesting…  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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