Witchery

Your mom went straight to Witchery and you followed closely behind. It was basically empty. There were two salesladies and one of them was at the cashier, the other greeted you.

"Hi there, how was your day? Are you looking for some dresses? We have plenty of selection here. Do you have any style and color you're looking for, we could help you with that."

"I'm looking for a black casual dress for my son."

"Erm..." The salesgirl didn't know how to react to this.

The other salesgirl at the cashier came over and helped her out. "I am Nella and let me assist you. We have similar cases like your son before. A kid did some bad things and his mother made him wear a dress for the day. His mum claimed that it was called petticoat punishment. Do you know his size? He looks like a size 10 or size 12 to me. It would be good if we can take some measurement of his bust and waist if you don't know his size."

Did she just say "bust"? You thought she said, but nevermind...