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I glance over my shoulder at him.
“Don’t let the human get you hurt. You are fragile since you didn’t get to eat.”
Nodding, I leave. I know that. I move to the next store, which happens to be clothing. Little mouse probably wants her own clothing. Going in, I look around at the shirts and pants, trying to determine her size. I stop at a bin and pick up a pink lacy cloth.
“Have a girlfriend, finally Ezekiel?” the young lady, Sabrina, at the store teases.
I throw the lacey thing back into the bin. “What is that thing? A torture deceive?”
“A thong?” she chuckles. “Sort of. Are you buying underwear for someone?”
I nod. “But she might go without for a while until I figure out what she likes… I doubt she’ll like that…” Seeing little mouse in a thong would be a dream… my dick twitches at that thought.
Her faces changes, brows pulling together and smile slipping from her face. After a slight moment, she recovers. “When in doubt,” she says, moving around the counter grabbing a pack of boxers. “Ladies love to be comfortable.” She checks me out like she does every time I come here before looking up at me. “Is she your… girlfriend?”
I shake my head. “I just met her. She’s staying with me.”
“Mhm, lucky duck.” She helps me with the rest of my shopping before I move on. I catch a look of myself in the reflection. I’m handsome, and desirable as a human. My skin is olive tan and damn near flawless. My hair falls in a curly wave to my shoulders. My jaw is sharp, and my body is toned. Still the impulsive idea to punch a mirror hangs over me.
After a bit of shopping and packing my hiking bag to the fullest with meat, clothing and supplies, I pass one more store on the way back, stopping myself.
Slowly, I look inside the old fashion bookstore and slowly move in. I don’t read anymore and I’m not sure who would. The old lady looks up. “Hello, son. What can I get you?”
I’m ten times older than she is, but I can’t say that. “Uh, any recommendations for a book.” Little mouse is always complaining about being bored.
“What are you into?”
“Uh… Just something to entertain my friend. She’s bored.”
The old lady nods. “How old is this ‘she’?”
I shrug.
The lady walks to a self-called romance and plucks a book. “Let me know if she likes this one, okay?” she hands it off.
“How much?” I ask, pulling out my wallet.
“Consider it a borrowed book.” The lady winks at me.
“Have a good day.”
Once I make it out of town, I shift back to normal form. The bag feeling much lighter, and I am faster with getting back. I enter the house, and instantly smell her sweetness. She smells like sugar and nectar when she gets turned on and it happens often. It happens when I call her little one or when I catch her staring at me. She’s an odd human. Most stay scared of me. Why would she get turned on by me?
I swallow. Maybe it’s not actually me. Maybe it’s about someone back home I remind her of. I groan, moving up the stairs. When I open the door, she looks up at me, slowly tucking the pad of paper and pen away. I’ll let her keep it.
“That was quick.” she speaks. Her deep chocolate eyes scan my body, and a small smile remains on her lips. Her heart pounds heavily but not with fear. Her curls have been up in a ponytail for the last few days and her tan skin is a bit more bronzer than mine in my human form. She’s small compared to me.
I nod, taking her stuff out of my bag and throwing it onto the bed.
She smiles. “Thank you… did you, uh, get patched up?”
I look up, silently. “Would you like to shower, so you can change?”
She looks down at my large shirt on her. “Well, this is clean and-”
“You can wear it more. It’s probably warm. But your hair…” I want to see it down again… Her hair was a mess the first time I found her. But the curls were beautiful, tight and fluffy. I run a hand to the back of my head where my hair is the longest and fluffiest.
She nods. “Yeah. I’m going to struggle brushing it.”
