This choice: You decide to take her bra off • Go Back...Chapter #4Unrestricted by: Wassel   "Aw screw it", you said with determination in your voice and reached around your back to unhook the bra. Unfortunately due to you having little experience in the bra department so far, getting the thing off proved more difficult than you had imagined. "Oh come on you stupid thing!" you said becoming frustrated, the fact that your mom's long nails were getting in the way didn't help much either, "how the heck do woman get these things off?" Finally after a minute or two you unhooked the bra and you felt your breasts sag within the now loose cups, pulling on your chest slightly. Due to the design of the dress you could remove the bra easily without having to take it off and you slipped the straps off your arms letting the bra fall to the ground.
"There, now that's better", you smiled looking at a much less silly reflection in the mirror. You turned slightly looking over your shoulder to see your mother's bare back now on display (the dress only covering from the small of the back downwards), a much more classy elegant look. You were also quite surprised to see your mother's prominent cleavage still amply displayed without the support of a bra, though it was kind of an odd feeling knowing that you were topless underneath the thin dress, the two visible outline of you nipples proof enough of that. Trying not to think too much about it, you began to pose in the dress, putting a hand on a hip and cocking a leg slightly so that it was sticking through the slit in the side. You mom certainly had nice smooth long legs and as you admired them you suddenly had a thought that they might look even better in stockings.
"Now where would mom keep stockings?" you asked the empty room, looking around the closet. Not finding any you figured that maybe because they were like tights she might keep them with her underwear and you walked over to her dresser. Looking through all the drawers you discovered a wide variety of bras and panties as well as lots of thin silky lingerie you never imagined your mother would own, you blushed involuntary as you closed that particular drawer pretending you hadn't seen it. Moments later you found the stockings, they were in a variety of different styles and colors and presuming a black pair might go well with the dress you pulled them out, deciding against a garter belt (it seeming a bit too complicated for the moment), and sat down on the bed pulling them up your legs as if they were a big pair of socks.
You returned to the mirror again and examined your stocking clad legs, they certainly did look sexy and made the whole outfit more alluring.
"Hm, what else would go with it?" you thought to yourself trying to picture women you'd seen in movies or in TV all done up like you were. "Oh i got it!", you exclaimed snapping your fingers, "gloves." You remembered women wearing these long gloves when trying to look all fancy and posh and thought that would work for you too, you just hoped you mom had some. It didn't take you long at all to discover she infact did, a pair of matching red satin gloves that fit perfectly, clinging tightly to your bicep.
Posing a bit more in the mirror, enjoying seeing your elegantly dressed reflection you began to realize you were actually having fun playing dress up. This new revelation suddenly caused you to feel a flush of embarrassed as you wondered what your friends might think, if they'd think you were gay or a transvestite or something prancing around in woman's clothing (of course the fact that you were actually inside a woman's body at the time made a slight difference), and whether enjoying it actually meant you were.
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