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The witch was ecstatic that Gene so happily took the shirt, but her face instantly dropped when she was handed the white skinny jeans. For a moment she looked fearful, as though Gene had asked her to jump off a cliff without her broom or something else equally horrifying. But Belladonna quickly amended the look and followed the girl to the fitting rooms.
"Those things sound lovely!" The witch chimed from her room as she carefully stripped off her clothing. Why skinny jeans? WHY!? "It sounds like you have most everything figured out already, but sure. I'd love to help in some way! Whatever I can do!" Though it was a bit difficult, Belladonna shimmied into the jeans. Though she was surprised Gene had managed to find a size that fit her, already the witch could hear Gene exit her room. She'd have to follow.
And just as she was about to leave, Gene asked her a very serious question.
Jeans first, question second.

A deep, calming breath was taken before Belladonna exited the fitting room, her hands wrung together over her stomach. She had had to leave her under-corset on and with just that and a pair of jeans she felt almost naked.
There was a reason Belladonna didn't wear pants, especially not skinny jeans. It mostly stemmed from the fact that she wore petticoats and poofy dresses and skirts for a reason.
That reason was the fact that her hips and bottom were rather... curvaceous. The skinny jeans made her look all the wider and her face was flushed a bright red. So while girls on a small scale like Gene looked wonderful in the tight pants, Belladonna only looked excessively bottom heavy.
"Jeans... Don't really suit me." She mumbled as she diverted her eyes from the mirror. "But you look great! That top really suits you."

As for the other question, Belladonna rubbed the side of her neck as she looked down toward the floor. Obviously Gene and Mort were friends and most likely just that. Gene seemed like a very straight forward kind of ghoul and would certainly have told Mort (and to an extent, Belladonna) had she any feelings for him. Plus, she was so sweet that the witch felt safely within her confidence to let her know where Mort and Belladonna stood.
But that still didn't make her any less nervous mixed with equal parts giddy.
"Um, well... We uh... We made out before he left." That left a lot left unsaid so the witch quickly amended her statement in a rushed voice. "But we're not official or anything... He's had it really rough lately and I didn't want to push, so there's not a name on it or anything... Not yet at least."
Her face was almost the same color of her hair and her hands still shook. If questioned, she would claim it was the caffeine high, but it was honestly her rampant emotions.

It was so painful to look at herself in the mirror that Belladonna tried to keep her eyes focused on Gene instead, but the white seemed so big. It was certainly a strange feeling, but just as the witch was about to say something self-deprecating, out of the corner of her eye she caught Gene's slacked-jaw look that she instantly replaced with a sweet smile. In the span of about two seconds, Belladonna had surmised that she had gambled really, awfully, terribly wrong.
Oh batshit! Was that the wrong thing to say? Did she like him or does she think I'm a hussy?! What if its BOTH!? Belladonna's mind became a frantic mess of screams, but she kept her face neutral with a hint toward apologetic.
"Are you--" But Gene had already led her back to the fitting room and shut the door before the witch could finish her sentence.

Well Jackdamn it all. Damn damn damn.
With a partially suppressed sigh Belladonna let her upper body fall forward so that her head clunked against the door.
If things had been alright, if it was just two ghouls talking about boys, Gene would have at least said something! She knew him! Its not like she was just some random person off the street. And the fact that she didn't say a jack-damn thing meant she was... Angry? Hurt? What?
Belladonna couldn't be sure, but whatever it was, it wasn't good.
So when Gene returned with the new clothes, Belladonna thanked her and changed faster then a monster with its true form inhibitor freshly broken. With a frantic look and a worried face she burst from the room and nearly dove to the ottoman where Gene sat.

"Is everything ok? Did I upset you? I'm really sorry, I truly shouldn't have said that. I have a fat mouth to go with my fat bottom and I am so, so sorry. Please don't hate me! You're really cool and fun and make really great frappucinos and I want us to be friends! Unless you'd think that's weird and I'd understand, but I'd be sad. Um." The witch issued forth as a pace eerily similar to the one she had taken during her caffeine rush that had since turned into a small case of the shakes. She managed to eventually cut it out with a small bit to her bottom lip that betrayed just how worried and nervous over this whole thing she was.

The sudden hug surprised the witch, but she adapted easily and returned the gesture, if not quite so tight. It was difficult to listen to simply because there were hurt emotions involved, but the witch hung on and nodded exuberantly when Gene spoke. It really and truly meant the world to Belladonna that this ghoul she had only just met had such a large and understanding heart as to let another have the boil she liked.
"One day you'll find someone for you. And he'll meet all your standards and see just how very wonderful you are. Thank you, Gene." Belladonna told her in a soft voice. She only had another moment to pat the girl's back before she was out of the witch's grasp and had begun to push her toward the fitting room. Belladonna nodded fiercely and quickly changed out of her clothing and back to her regular clothes.
To say she suitably impressed by Gene's attitude would have been an understatement, given that Belladonna was positive she would have probably knocked over a few racks of clothing were their roles reversed.

"I have the most perfect store for you after this!" Belladonna called after she exited the fitting room and had headed toward the cash register. She wasn't 100% sure she'd actually wear this when she saw Mort again, but she might consider it.
"Its called Scaretorian Maiden! Its got all these really cutesy old fashioned things. You'll look darling!" As though it were nothing, the witch handed over the silver seeds and happily took her bags. She wasn't sure how Gene was going to react toward their friendship, but Belladonna was not going to let it end like this.
She didn't care if she had to buy Gene and entirely new wardrobe, she'd do it so long as they could still be friends!

As they exited the store, Belladonna switched the shopping bag to her opposite arm and linked the other arm through Gene's. Hopefully the girl wouldn't phase or anything and leave Belladonna with only a chilly arm and a strange gait, but she was certain Gene wasn't that type of ghoul. Though the witch was positive she was in some way hurt over what had happened between Belladonna and Mort, Belladonna also sensed that Gene was a very good person.
All the witch really had to do was keep that hurt from bubbling over while they shopped.
The best remedy for that was distraction, and lots of it.

"Freckles, hm? I know a boy with freckles, he's very cute... But I think he's only into red heads who can turn into animals..." That and he already had a ghoulfriend at the moment... But freckles were not something Belladonna was really familiar with. Maybe Gene would like a Reaper then? Some of them had freckles! At least more so than a Monster or even another Ghost might... Did Undeads have freckles? Belladonna couldn't recall if she'd ever seen one with them.
But before she could say much else, the entrance of Scaretorian Maiden loomed before them, all brick-faced with curly-cued letters that shouted its name.
Belladonna let out a tiny squeak of joy as she spotted a pair of pointy boots in the shop window, but quickly dragged Gene inside.

The shop wasn't very large, but it was packed full of lace and frills and skirts and ribbons and little bats and any and everything girly. Straight back was the counter where a petite vampire-girl stood, dressed in an overly frilly bonnet, a frilly apron and with a toothy grin that she flashed at Belladonna with a wave. Mannequins were strewn around the store, all dressed in skirts and shirts that had lace and frills, and stuffed with petticoats.
It was certainly a store Belladonna loved.
"Take a look around and let me know if you see anything you like." She told Gene with a bright smile before she skipped forward toward the vampire at the counter and began to excitedly chat with her.

The vampire-clerk had quite a bit to tell Belladonna as a new print was due to arrive in stores in three days time, as well as the addition of a new petticoat to their already voluminous collection of fluffy undergarments. To say the witch was all a tizzy with joy would be an understatement, but she thanked the girl with a squeal and fluttered over to Gene when her name was called. The dress the ghoul held up was really very cute, but Belladonna felt if it was paired with black and white striped stockings and a fluffy black cardigan, it would be beyond perfect.
"Oh Genel Its gorgeous! You've got to try it on!" And with deft hands the witch pushed the girl toward the fitting room. "While you try that on, I'll get you a cardigan and another dress, just for funzies." She added with a wicked grin before she dashed off.

Though the witch quickly searched through the various racks of clothing, it took her a little bit longer than she had anticipated to find the dress she wanted. She wasn't sure if it would suit Gene, but Belladonna was at least one to try! So with a gleeful canter she hopped back to the fitting room and threw a dress and petticoat over the door to Gene.
"Try that on! If you don't like the color, there's more colors. But you can pick out another color once you decide you like this one!"
Yes, this was much too fun for Belladonna.

When Gene exited the room and spun, Belladonna knew she had made a breakthrough with the ghoul. If she hated her, or even had any sort of negative feelings about her before, it was impossible for Gene to still retain such feelings after this. A bit of shopping and a pretty dress fixed everything.
"Oh Gene, its gorgeous! You look beautiful!" The witch jumped up and down with a gleeful smile as she clapped her hands. As for the pink dress, she nodded quickly without a word before she turned and dashed off. It took her a bit longer than she had wanted, but she found the perfect color.
This will suit you wonderfully!" Belladonna cooed as she handed over a blue version.

Yet something the ghoul said made her paused and she tilted her head and pursed her lips. Hadn't Mort once mentioned that she could change her shape? Belladonna almost made the mistake of mentioning him, but she curbed it at the last moment and instead asked a much simpler question.
"Your hair is such a lovely color... Have you ever thought of changing it?" It sounded strange now that she thought about it, but Belladonna only smiled a little wider to hide the fact that she had wrongly phrased her question.

The witch had been feeling pretty good about this whole shopping thing, but when Gene bounded back out and gave Belladonna a hug, well... She could have cried from her joy. It was one thing to make a friend, but it was very certainly another thing entirely to make a friend and then steal her crush. (OK, so Belladonna didn't steal anybody, but still. The sentiment was certainly similar.)
"It looks wonderful on you. We'll have a dress up day and drink tea and be ghouly!" Already Belladonna had an idea forming in her head of what exactly they would do. Tea, for sure, but then maybe a ghouly movie or something... Probably a bit of onweb shopping. Yes! It sounded perfect!

Yet Gene changed back into her work clothing and Belladonna jumped a little.
"Oh my goodness, I had totally forgotten about that! We'll get you back to work in just a few minutes. It was lovely to have you shopping with me, we'll have to do it again soon." The witch cooed as she pushed Gene toward the cash register. As the mention of holding shifts and hair dye, Belladonna pursed her lips. "I hope I don't sound rude, but what are you exactly?" It always so hard to tell with ghosts since they came in so many shapes and sizes and various forms but all looked fairly similar. It wasn't like Reapers who generally looked similar, but certainly flashed their species in the form of their clothing.
The witch hadn't really found anything she didn't already have, so she instead plopped a small bracelet on the counter decorated with stars and bats. She didn't have it and she did need some new jewelry...