"Let me take you to the mall." Kindly, you offered. "I think a little shopping spree will help you get your mind off of your bad day."
"A shopping spree for what?" Pouting, Joe demanded. "Girl's fashions?"
"You can't tell me you were never curious what you would look like as a girl." Smiling, you said. "This is a chance for you to really satisfy that curiosity."
"I'll admit I was curious about how girl's clothes would look on me but that was back when I was six or seven." Blushing slightly, Joe argued. She became irritated, seeing you grin and quickly added, "The first time around!"
"No one is going to know its you, bro." Gently, you assured him. "All they will see is a cute, pouting little girl who does not like shopping."
"Ha Ha." Frowning, Joe said. "I'm guessing you really want me to go shopping with you."
"It will get you away from mom and the 'boys' for a while." Grinning, you said. "That and I promise none of your friends will know about it unless you tell them."
With a bit of further convincing, Joe agreed to go shopping and you took him to the mall by means of the bus. Ten minutes later, you were leading Joe through the girls clothing department, showing her the latest styles in girl's clothing.
"Mom has a no tomboy rule, as you know." Firmly but kindly, you said. "So you will have to limit your choices to skirts and or dresses for your small wardrobe."
Joe turned pale. "You're making me buy a wardrobe of girls clothing?!" Stunned, she asked.
You hushed her quiet. "Just enough to give you something to wear of your choice in case this happens again in the near future." Whispering, you countered. "That is unless you want Ina, Tia, or mom picking out your next outfit."
Joe huffed, irritated then looked out of the store to another across the hall. "What's with the Intriguing Look Clothing store, sis?" Curious, Joe demanded. "Mom is always telling me never to set foot in there."
"That store is run by a witch named Nora Malign." Serious, you explained. "She is reportedly the granddaughter of one of the rogue witches who had a part in opening the portal that had stranded hundreds of mad scientists in this world."
"What does that have to do with me?" Shrugging, Joe asked.
You sighed. "Nora sees all mad scientists, including you, as invaders and works to change all young boys with 'chaotic blood' into girls and witches." Frowning, you said. "That clothing store she runs is filled with enchanted outfits that will slowly and permanently transform you into a girl and a witch so it will appear to be a natural phenomenon. She can change her appearance and age to lure mad scientists of all ages and walks of life to her store."
"So she's a rogue witch?" Guessing, Joe asked.
"A quasi rogue." Calmly, you corrected. "She is not yet considered a criminal as she barely stays within the law and occasionally helps the D.D.M.C., Department of Dark Magic Control catch some real criminal witches."
"Are they like the police or something?" Raising an eyebrow, Joe asked.
"Something like that." Bemused, you replied. "Those who enforce magical law are called Soothsayers." You then frowned slightly, adding, "The entity who enforces the laws of mad science is called the Failure Oversight Department. Their agents are called 'Correction Officers'."
Joe seemed to sense that you were feeling uncomfortable and changed the subject. "Um... What color do you think is, as you say, me?"
You sighed, relieved that Joe decided to move back to clothing and fashion. "I'd stick with neutral colors, Joe." Honestly, you said. "Why don't you pick out a nice dress and try it on." Joe pouted to which you said, "You will be Joe again eventually. Just humor me for now."
With a sigh, Joe took the white dress with the pink sash and trimmings into the change room to try it on. "I better not have to wear a slip with this." Irritated, she complained.
You giggled. "No, that one doesn't need a slip." Calmly, you said.
As you waited patiently for Joe to change, you heard a strange voice coming from a store near Nora Malign's store. "I see you are showing your brother the ways of feminine persuasion." Bemused, the dark male voice said.
"Who are you?" Whispering, you demanded. "Show yourself!"
A tall, slender man in a black tuxedo appeared at the entrance of the clothing store. You were startled to suddenly find it completely empty of other shoppers but you, Joe, and him. "I am known as Dante Delirium, mad scientist teacher and tutor." With a deep bow, he said. "Here, I have a humble shop where I tutor young witches such as yourself so you may understand your bother's and or father's chaotic science. My teaching methods bring families closer together and I am offering you a free class to attend at anytime you wish."
"Although I am certain you see your offer as very generous, I must decline." Politely, you said.
Mom had warned you about this Dante Delirium. She told you that he was obsessed with making mad science the dominate power.
"This self righteous madman works to recruit unsuspecting young witches to learn chaotic science so to better connect with their brothers and or fathers." Sternly, mom had warned you. "Those who take his offer he slowly reels in and brainwashes into wanting to become boys and mad scientists. That is when he strikes..."
Returning your mind to the present, you remembered the teachers at Cauldron Academy calling Dante Delirium a 'gender offender' who was a mad scientist who permanently switches a witch's gender against her will.
"May I offer you my card, in case you change your mind?" Smiling, Dante asked. "You never know when your curiosity will lead you to wanting to learn more..."
You sighed then...
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