Becky’s Boutique

“Okay, Agatha, where are we going?”

“Well, first we need to get you some clothes. The shorts and everything make you look like you just woke up. Becky runs a boutique downtown, it’s where we all get our clothes. Lots of occult antiques too.”

Agatha struggles to keep her eyes on the road, fingers clenched a bit too tight on the wheel. Is she really trying to help? Can’t say for sure yet. Best to ride this out for now. Besides, now that the others aren’t around you get a much better view of Agatha. She’s petite but in that sexy way. Thin and tight. The sudden sensations down below also help let you know that you still have a taste for women, guess the bitch couldn’t take that away.

“Just... be cool. Becky is gorgeous and everyone stumbles over themselves the first time they meet.”

“Oh, that’s okay. I’m not looking to get riled up at all until this is over.”

“Good luck with that. Spell is crazy powerful, I was going to suggest we find a way for you to take the edge off or you’ll be this drooling mess the whole time.”

“Drooling mess?”

“John, I know when someone is checking me out. I’m flattered and completely straight. We’ll track something down for you... and here we are. Stick close to me. With everything going on with you it’s best to be careful in there.”

*Gulp*

You take a few deep breaths to quell the sudden knot in your belly. The sudden dangers of all of this magic stuff really hits you. It was really awful to think so badly of Agatha before, this must be like a peewee player taking on a pro linebacker!

You step out of her car and you both make your way up the narrow sidewalk into the little boutique shop off the main drive. It’s like all of those cheesy stores your mom loves. Old fashioned glass windows and what not. The little bell over the door goes off as Agatha opens it up and pulls you inside.