Page 118 of Psycho Shifters
I snorted with laughter at the thought of them preferring a classier woman.
“Sure, we’ll go with that.”
Sadly, my comfort in the plush seat didn’t last long. A few minutes later, a small army of servants physically lifted me out of my chair and brought me into a side room.
On one wall, a large hearth blazed. Fabrics were draped over mannequins and every available surface.
Before I could process what was happening, the ladies had taken off my sweatshirt and pulled down my sweatpants.
I stood ass naked.
There was a loud gasp.
Everyone in the room stopped moving.
Sighing heavily, I pushed my palms into my eyes and prayed the moon goddess would deliver me from this awkward moment.
I had gone from zero people seeing me naked to a bunch in less than one day. It was a little overwhelming.
“Mistress?” one of the servant girls whispered in horror, and I took my hands away from my face.
With a small shrug, I forced a smile across my lips and tried to give off “I’m fine” vibes. From the female stares of horror, it was clear my tactic was not working.
“It’s not a big deal. Please don’t worry about it. Let’s just cover them up,” I said.
Loria had tears in her eyes, and she gripped my hands in hers. “Oh, sweetie, we will make something for you. At the party, you will shine, I promise you.”
A tear streaked down her cheek, and my eyes watered in response to her kindness. The numb would probably tell me to stab her and collect her tears as trophies.
I giggled at the thought of my psychotic alter ego. Unaware, all the women instantly relaxed and began measuring me.
The awkwardness dissipated as the women wrapped string around my limbs, showed me different fabrics, and rushed around in a blur of productivity.
Unfortunately, the moment of tenderness from earlier passed, and as the fitting progressed, they proceeded to comment on how unnaturally skinny my waist was.
At one point, Loria actually prodded my hips and made a choking noise like she was throwing up. “Not birthing hips.” She jotted down notes on her clipboard.
I was super confused about how that was relevant to anything?
When they got to my arms, Loria had the audacity to laugh at me. All the servants tittered as she measured my bicep, then held up the measurements for the room to see.
“Warrior you are not.”
My one eye twitched with annoyance. I was half-tempted to transform into a saber-toothed tiger and roar in Loria’s face.
Like a smart warrior, I did what I could in the situation.
I stood naked and did nothing.
You didn’t mess with middle-aged women holding pins and measuring tapes. The danger was palpable.
Finally, after what felt like forever, I stumbled out of the fitting room. My self-esteem was at an all-time low, and I had been stabbed by pins about five times.
Loria had yelled at me to stop moving, and I wasn’t convinced the last stabbing had been an accident.
As a result, I kept the servants at arm’s length and nodded suspiciously when they said my dress would be delivered in a few days. I didn’t trust them.
In contrast, Aran was lying on a chaise in the shop, his feet up as a servant massaged them. He had a receipt in his hand and had already ordered his clothes. Glad he was enjoying the experience.