“Ryder, this is Cici. He’s the best tailor around and could make you look like a million bucks in a paper bag.”
Cici laughed and rolled his eyes at my comment.
“I’ll take the best tailor compliment, but I wouldn’t dare let anyone wear a paper bag.” Cici shook Ryder’s hand and said, “Hello, Mr. Ryder Smith.”
“Hi.”
“Now, shall we get to work on making sure you’re not in a paper bag?”
“Yes, I’m ready,” Ryder said.
Cici led the way to one of the oversized fitting rooms where Ryder could try on the clothes. I’d been in these rooms plenty of times before, and I sat in one of the chairs that was against awall and out of the way. Three racks full of clothes hanging from the silver rods were ready and near the elevated platform where Ryder would stand. Cici pulled a drape closed and cut off the main part of the store from the fitting room area. In the past, it’d been open with assistants moving in and out of the area. I was pleasantly surprised when I realized that it looked as though Cici was going to handle this without the assistance of others.
“Okay, Ryder, we have a lot to try on and accomplish today. If you need a break or something to drink, just let me know. Do you have a preference of what you’d like to start with?”
Ryder glanced at the racks of clothes before looking at me and then back at Cici.
“No, I don’t have a preference.”
“Alright. Then let’s start with the basics.” Cici gestured to the table that had underwear, undershirts, and socks on it before leading him to the table. “If I had to guess, I’d say you’re most likely a medium.”
Ryder nodded, but then added, “I had a few different sizes of stuff at home.”
Cici smiled. I was sure he wasn’t sure how else to react considering that I’d told him Ryder was still recovering from injuries he’d received at home.
“Just to be sure, let’s try on the mediums. We can’t have your outer clothes looking off because your undergarments aren’t the right size. Don’t worry. these are all clean.”
Ryder unzipped his jacket and set it on the chair beside me.
“Guess it’s time to get naked,” Ryder said under his breath. Though Ryder grinned at me, his cheeks were red.
As he pulled off his clothes, Cici kept his eyes down and off Ryder by focusing and writing in his notebook. I tried my hardest to keep my eyes off his body, but I failed miserably. For one, I was genuinely concerned and checking to see how his bruises were healing. But there was a large part of me thatcontinued to be drawn to him beyond the protective role. By the time he was wearing the undershirt and briefs, my dick had started to strain in my pants.
While clothes continued to be put on, measurements taken, and then stripped off, Ryder’s energy seemed to diminish. I paid close attention to him and had a strong feeling he wouldn’t speak up when he needed a break. I felt he was near the max of his attention when Cici pushed the first rack of clothes to the side to make room for the second rack. Ryder stood with his hands on his hips but kept his head bent down.
“Ryder,” I called out as I stood. He hadn’t said anything, but he turned his body and raised his head to look at me. “Need a break?”
He shook his head and said, “No. I’m fine.” He returned his attention to Cici and asked, “What’s next?”
Cici paused and looked at me, as if to make sure it was okay to proceed. I nodded once to him, letting him know it was okay to continue. As soon as Cici had my approval, he sprung back into action.
“Okay, next are the casual clothes.”
“Aren’t casual clothes supposed to just be casual and not tailored?” Ryder asked. I detected more than a hint of frustration in his tone. I was going to have to work with him on controlling his emotions enough to be able to get through a task without letting someone know that he was annoyed or pissed off.
“If your casual clothes don’t fit you properly, then you simply look sloppy. And sloppiness isn’t tolerated at Omnia Academy.”
Ryder let out an exasperated sigh and pulled on the pair of chino pants. With each passing moment, I could tell from his body language that the frustration was mounting. Silently, he made it through the rack of casual clothes.
“Almost done. You can take the undershirt and underwear off,” Cici said as he walked to another table.
Ryder started stripping while Cici set his notebook on the table. As he reached for the underwear he arrived in, Cici came over with a few jock straps. He held them out to Ryder, but Ryder was apprehensive to take them.
“I believe you’ll have certain classes that require you wear these, in addition to gym.”
“Seriously?” Ryder stared at Cici, waiting for him to say he was just kidding. Ryder turned to look at me, so I stood and walked closer to him.
“Ryder, the sex course professors will assign you a different style to wear to class each week. There are five different styles you’ll need for that. Those are separate from the style you need for your gym class,” I explained.
