Retail Therapy

After deciding to go through with the internship, Heleth wasn't happy. She also wasn't happy about my statements about Wendy either.

Mom however has had a complete attitude change while shopping. It was true I didn't really have appropriate attire for a law firm. So it was nice to get something that was more business appropriate than jeans and a t-shirt.

Mom came walking out with a handful of clothes, "while you don't need a suit, I definitely recommend you wear at least a tie. Also shoe wise, we need to get you some comfortable sneakers that aren't scuffed. Contrary to popular belief you don't really need dress shoes unless you're in court, most of the time you're on your feet anyways."

I take the clothes, the pile so big it almost covers my face, "you know I'm only going to be there 3 days a week, right mom?"

"Sure only 3 days a week now, but when you get an actual job you'll need these clothes anyways." She says as she sorts through more racks.

"This is wierd, you never shop with me." I would scratch my head if I didn't have to hold the clothes.

Mom doesn't avert her gaze from the racks, "what are you talking about, I've taken you shopping before."

"Yeah when I was like 12," I roll my eyes, "ever since then it's always been you, Lucy, and Dee. And if I did come along with you guys, I was the bag boy."

Mom adds more clothes to the pile, "that's just girls honey, now I think that's enough clothes for you to try on." She looks at my arms trembling from the weight (even with my added strength from Heleth this is a ridiculous amount of clothes).

We go to a changing room and as I enter, mom tries to come with me. "Um mom.... what are you doing?"

"Going to see the outfits you picked out," she states like it's an everyday occurrence.

I raise my eyebrows, "can't you wait outside?"

"I always go in with Lucy and Dee, it's easier." She says nonchalantly.

"That's just girls mom," I use her own words against her.

"I didn't expect you to be such a girl about it," she chides.

"What?" Did my mom just roast me?

"Nothing, just get changed Ed," she closes the changing room door as she enters, "I'm your mom, it's not that wierd."

I take off my clothes leaving my underwear on, I can't help but notice my staring at me. "What is it mom?"

"Oh nothing," she looks me up and down, her eyes lingering on my bulge, "I just don't know when you got in such good shape, you've always been so lanky."

I couldn't tell her demonic magic did that, "I've just been working out with all the free time I had."

I put on the first outfit and look at myself in the mirror, it's strange but I look good in this type of attire.

Mom speaks up, "I can almost see what interested Wendy."

"Gross mom," I respond back.

We go through all the outfits picking a couple winners out of the large bunch. Every outfit mom seemed more focused on me, especially when the clothes were off.

After we left, I felt strangely confident. Yet scared as well. I've never really done anything outside of school. Either way me and mom got all the shopping done and we made it home.