"Ash, dear?"
Delia couldn't believe her eyes.
At the moment, Ash was dressed in his old faerie costume. The top was a lavender low cut dress that showed off her false b-cups with a jagged hem that looked like flower petals. A violet ponytail wig that trailed down to his waist had been glued down onto his now bald head, while a pair of now pink orbs stared down at the lavender high heels his feet were squeezed into.
"This is what I wish to be, mom." the ex-trainer explained and took a deep breath. "I'll make sure to visit, of course."
Delia took a deep breath.
"If that's what you want, dear."
She saw him off. While the promise of visit was great, that wasn't a guarantee.
Who do we follow?
