Prof. Antonio was like a celebrity after getting a shave and a hair cut. People in the mall recognized him from the past expo and even asked to take pictures with us. I just hope he decides to keep up the clean image.
I was able to buy him some work shirts and new lip gloss as well, since he keeps misplacing them. We went to our next stop after I forced him to wear them.
"I told you, I don't need new underwear!" he grumbled as he smacked his lips. "And I don't like the taste of this new lip gloss! I prefer that other one... that cookie something... this one feels like I've got lard smeared on my mouth!"
"They are all out of that flavor. Now try these on..." I gave him a couple of under garments and led him to the fitting room.
"Come with me," he said, pulling me after him.
"What?"
"How am I supposed to put them on with this?" he raised his right hand. "Help me change."
"Oh... of course."
We entered the cramped dressing room. I helped Prof. Antonio take his shirt off and try the new ones. All the while, I tried my best not to touch his skin.
He seems unperturbed by the situation, though, as if he had completely forgiven my offenses.
Perhaps that is the case.
"Habibi, can you pull my pants off?"
I pulled his jersey down, and was exposed to his body. He is still skinny, but not as gaunt as he was before. Even his arms have gained a bit more muscle. I pulled his jersey off his foot, and as I did, he lost his balance and fell on my shoulder.
"Hey, easy!" he complained, holding on to my head. "So, which boxer am I supposed to try first?"
"Here..." I passed a blue pair up for him. He held on to my head as I squat by his feet and wore the boxer shirts over his briefs.
I look at his reflection at the mirrored walls around us. He looks so much better after the trip to the barbers, and his face looks so smooth after he was given a complimentary shave. He actually looked 10 years younger.
If those silly omegas saw him now, I know they would never believe that this is the same professor they were badmouthing earlier.
"Hey, don't you have anythingg bigger?"
"Huh?" I look up at the professor's frowning face.
"The waist is too tight. Give me something a bit bigger so the garter won't bite."
"In a second..." I stepped outside the dressing room and asked the sales personnel for the next size.
When I stepped back in, I saw Prof. Antonio staring at himself in the mirror.
"Damn, I'm getting fatter! And I blame you for cooking so well."
"Thank you for the complement." I picked up the boxers he left on the floor. "Are the undershirts right for you?"
"Yeah, the shirts are nice, they feel comfty even though they're new."
"Because it is pure cotton," I told him.
"But the boxers are too tight! The garters bit and they itch like hell!"
He now twists his body and looks at his ass.
"Damn, even my ass looks fatter!" he pulled at his white briefs.
Actually, he has always had a plump bottom. Some of our former omega interns have noticed it too. They called it his best `ass-et', which is ironic since he usually acts like an ass. It's a good thing he's usually wearing a lab coat at work.
"Oy, what are you looking at?" he pouted at me
"At your ass-et."
He laughed at this.
"Did you know that I once got into a fight `cos someone pinched my ass?" he bragged. "The pervert bastard probably thought I was an omega. I was in my teens back then in my university years in the US. Hell, I almost killedthe sick bastard!"
"Really? You, Professor?" I asked in disbelief.
"Of course! I was part of the varsity back then, you know!"
"What sport?" I asked.
"Chess!" he replied with a loud laugh. "As in, I smashed his head in with the corner of my wooden chess board!"
I shake my head and stepped outside once again to take the new boxers from the sales personnel.
"Here, try these on," I said, squatting beside him once more. He took it and bends over to put them on, aiming his plump buttocks towards me.
It was all I can do, not to reach out and grope him.
"Perfect fit!" he said standing upright. "Hellp me take them off again."
He looks down at me and stares.
"Why is your face so red?" he asked with a frown.
"The place is hot and cramped," I reasoned.
"You're right. Let's hurry up and go."
It's a good thing that I have a poker face.
We paid for the stuff we bought and went to the hospital next.
"O, Eric, how's your hand?"
"Extremely itchy," he answered, "the torture is killing me!"
The doctor laughed and got his tools ready. Soon, we were out of the hospital again, with the professor sucking on a lollipop.
"You sure you don't want one?" he asked.
"No thank you, I am not too fond of sweet things."
"Suit yourself. More for me."
He placed two more lollipops in his jersey pocket.
"Are we going home now?"
"Yes."
"Don't you wanna watch the movies?" he chuckled.
"Movies?"
"Isn't this a date?" he grinned at me. "We should go see a movie then eat in a 5-star restaurant!"
"That sounds like a good idea."
The grin disappeared from his face as he stared at me wide-eyed. I guess he was not expecting me to agree with him.
"What movie would you like to see?" I asked him.
"Ah, never mind, I remembered I have an experiment I need to work on back home..." he suddenly said, making a beeline towards the nearest exit.
"You're not allowed to work for the rest of the day," I pulled at his hand. "You asked me to go to the movies, did you not? That is exactly what we are going to do."
"Are you serious? Do you even go to the movies?" he frowned at me. "The place is filthy and noisy strangers with stinky feet get to sit all around you!"
"I will have you on one side," I replied, "that is enough."