It was a good thing you Mom brought the larger van she sometimes used for her work. If she had just brought her car, you and Willow would never have been able to fit inside of it with your wings. Willow had moved her car to your driveway too after collecting it from where you both had left it this morning.
Your mom was just a tad bit surprised when she saw not only you, but also willow. She had at least seen you as a girl, so the newest parts were one thing, but seeing Willow fully transformed into a fairy, and especially after hearing her speak, she was now more concerned than anything, about how you and her would continue to live from now on.
While driving you two to the mall, she tells you both about her worry. "You both now need, and I repeat NEED to keep an eye out for sketchy people. Especially men. And this goes double for you Gwen. As a succubus, I can only imagine how you will be recieved. I worry that either some creepy guys or some guys who work for a lab somewhere undisclosed to the public will attempt to kidnap either of you. So promise me that you both will never leave the other's side at any point. And I mean it, you must even share the changing room. If one goes in, the other goes in too. Bathrooms too. But stalls are fine to go in by yourselves, just dont exit the bathroom alone or with someone else. And never follow anyone. If you are requested to follow someone from security, do that, but only after you call me if I am not right there next to you." She warns.
Willow was the first to reply. "Okay! But like, why would we have to even worry about those things? We are just shopping for some cute clothes and like, hardly any men shop at women's clothing stores too. And what if they are like, super cute or like, I get asked out? Can I like, go with them then?"
"Absolutely not you dumbass bimbo" you say. "That is about the worst thing you could do. We are not going shopping to pick up a pair of boyfriends. Or girlfriends." You quickly add after realizing how naturally it was for you to just say boyfriends. You still like girls right? Upon further reflection, you find that while you do still like girls, you also now find boys to not only be attractive but even preferable at times. For example, if it was a 1v1 sinario, you actually prefered a girl for a partner, but if it was anything more, then the more boys there were, the better. But if there were a few girls too, that was fine, but you really felt that at least an equal amount of boys to girls had to be there for you to even begin to enjoy it. Ideally, you would have 3 boys fucking you simultaneously with 1 cock per hole. And 2 girls where each one is sucking on one of your nipples.
While you begin to fantasize about your inclusion in a 5 person gangbang, Willow begins asking your Mom a few questions about how to look as pretty as possible so that she could get herself a nice boyfriend. To take care of her. She knew that finding work would be difficult with her forced speech patterns and clothing restrictions, now that she has a hard requirement for open back clothing to be allowed. Not that she intended to become a gold digger by any means though. She just wanted the security. This surprised your Mom, as she had apparently believed Willow to be a complete airheaded bimbo and not just forced to talk like one while having a similar personality.
As you currently have 0 clue wbat they are talking about having missed most of it because of your fantasy, you just watched as Willow demonstrated how she actually is very smart, and just sounds like an idiot whenever she speaks due to the forced speech patterns. But even that was getting boring after a minute or two. So you diverted the topic.
"So Mom, what are we gling to buy anyways? Both of us can not fit into most normal clothes after all. I mean, I definitely have to have low waisted skirts or maybe even just some really sexy underwear since my wings won't allow for most pants. And Willow has to have either tube tops, or any kind of backless tops. And I need heels, as in it is non-negotiable. My feet are locked into a shape requiring them to be at minimum 4, maybe 5 inches at least too. Do they even have stores that will accommodate all of this?"
"Oh don't you worry, I have a friend who runs a rather peculiar shop that should have everything we possibly could need." Ensures your Mom with a grin. Only 30 seconds after she said that did she turn into a parkinglot in front of a specific store that you never had been into before when you went to the mall.