In the late 1800s and around the turn of that century there was a fashion based cultural revolution in the magical world, centered around adolescent or recently adult witches. Rebelling against the stagnant versions of a witches hat and robes, always a traditional outfit, these witches instead adopted short everything. Short robes, short hats, short hair, in passing for a boyish look. The trend was so popular the muggles later adopted it through Statute of Secrecy intact cultural osmosis.

To complete this boyish look, specially charmed undergarments designed to flatten curves became fashionable. And about a century later such articles of clothing could still be found if you knew where to shop.

Casey couldn't believe that it had come to this but it would be the only way to maintain the same appearance.

Casey's current problem was that his amulet was lost, the runic jewel worn on a chain underneath his clothing that gave him a fully male appearance. Without it, he could pass for a girl. All his clothing at school would not be helpful, nothing would cover up his body enough unless he decided to bake himself in five layers. The moment he would step out in his uniform people would be able to tell something was off if his tie bent outward instead of the normal dangling over his weak chest.

Hence the need for something to help him look the same. In the least traveled corridors of his mind he remembered this was one idea for the changeover when he was younger. Although at that age he had no curves to speak of so the amulet was the ultimate decision.

But this wasn't really the same!

Casey was sitting near the edge of his four poster, all the curtains drawn. It was a time he knew none of his roommates were about. Still, with his wand being used as a stick more than as a magical instrument, he would carefully edge a gap open in the curtains to look out at the silence, ears on edge for any activity. No doubts there were soon be people looking for him, questions as to why he wasn't about if Alvis Norling had nearly drowned rescuing Casey from the lake.

He was wearing the undergarments now, testing them under a dried version of his uniform. It itched. Nothing appeared out of place under his school vest but he could feel the fringe, the straps, every ruffle. He tried to sit the same, incline to the posture he normally used in bed but that felt fake. Suddenly he didn't know how to place his legs, crossed or together or bent. Every position felt like Aunt Maeve being dramatic on her fainting couch at the manor. Like he was pretending.

Pretending. That's what it all felt like. Casey thought he could be resolute for the circumstantial use of the Hexy disguise to be 'Casey the daughter' for his mother's sake. Pretend to be girl. But in retrospect he was also pretending a lot of the time he was being the male heir to the O'Doherty line. And the split during the events of the Body Swap, where each persona Casey had made operated on their own agenda, for a brief day separate but 'real' people. Which one was correct? Was Casey really a boy, or just a girl pretending to be one? Or both?

The new standard of having to wear what was technically women's undergarments did not help the questions. It wasn't the amulet where 'poof' you were for all purposes a boy for wearing it. The amulet made him feel normal. This wasn't normal compared to anything he knew. For starters, he knew that his body didn't feel male anymore. There was the self conscious 'exposure' feeling that happened sometimes when he was Hexy. And his enter of gravity had shifted. Though there was no uncomfortable tightness he could feel the area of his body being restrained. Could still feel it although no one would notice.

They would see the shrimpy, weakly built Casey O'Doherty normal as ever. But for Casey, he did not feel the same.