"Meh who cares?" you shrugged, "I'm having fun and that's all that matters."
No longer worrying, you returned to your reflection with renewed vigor, wondering what else you could add to your new look. Sticking out a stocking clad leg you looked at your shoeless foot and thought that would be a good place to start. Your mom had row after row of shoes lying on the bottom of the closet and you examined them all to see what would be the best fit. There were flats, tennis shoes, boots, heels of all different shapes and sizes, your mother seemed to have everything. Thinking it best to go for something red to match the dress, you located a pair of sexy looking leather heels hiding at the back.
"Hm, that's some heel on them", you said tentatively, examining the shoes more closely, they must have been 5 inches at least, you'd had enough trouble moving around in 3 1/2 inch ones. Still they did look really hot and today was all about trying new things. "What the hell", you though, slipping them on, at least if you fell over you had your parent's queen sized bed to break your fall. Fastening the strap at your ankles, wobbling slightly, you stood up in order to view the full effect in the mirror. The heels really changed your posture and highlighted your mother's nicely toned calve muscles, although as predicted made it quite difficult to balance in.
"If girls can walk in these things, then so can i," you said defiantly, stepping out of the closet and began slowly walking around the room. It took about 5 minutes or so of practicing till you felt comfortable in them, tripping up once or twice, but soon you were walking around your parents bedroom with no problems at all. You felt sort of proud of yourself, even though woman wore these things everyday, it was an achievement for you.
Feeling a bit more confident now, you gracefully sauntered around the room, swishing your dress as you turned pretending you were at some high society ball or something. Gliding past the dresser you spotted your mom's jewelry box and paused for a second, deciding to have a rummage through. There was some pretty fancy things inside, rings, necklaces, broaches but what really caught your attention was a pair of sparkly white earrings. You knew your mother had her ears pierced but instinctively put you fingers to her ear lobes just to make sure, then decided to put them on. They looked like little wind chimes or something, encrusted with tiny white stones that sparkled as they moved. It took you a moment to get them through your ears but once on they were certainly noticeable hanging down your face. Happy with the earrings you then picked out a pair of chunky little bracelets that were of a similar color and slipped one of them on your wrist, liking the effect you decided to put the other one on the other wrist, even if it was a bit excessive. "Well if i'm gonna get all pimped up, might as well go the whole hog", you said laughing.
Finally you needed something for your neck and found a thin silver necklace with a little black heart shaped pendant that you thought looked nice. Attaching it round your neck you noticed that the pendant rested quite comfortably in the space between your mother's breasts and found yourself inadvertently staring at her cleavage (the necklace obviously doing it's job), before snapping out of it and looking around to see what else you could do.
Your mother's jewelry box sat next to a small vanity mirror on the dresser where she put on her makeup, looking down at the various cases you figured this was the next step in your game of dress up. You weren't sure what most of it was, but you did however recognize the lipsticks sitting in a neat little row at the back. Scanning over them you found a glossy red color and liberally applied it to your lips, unfortunately you ended up looking more like a clown, most of the red ending up anywhere but your mouth. Laughing to yourself at how stupid you looked you picked up some wipes and went about trying again. It took a few attempts, but after the fourth you were pretty happy with the results as you pouted like crazy into the mirror to get your money's worth. You were about to leave it at that, not wanting to make a total mess of your face, when you spotted some mascara and figured you'd be able to handle that (as you'd seen your sister putting it on a few times before). Having a easier time with the mascara than you did with the lipstick you sat back afterwards and admired your handiwork; the thick, voluminous lashes combined with the glossy red lipstick certainly made a difference to your mother's face and you had to admit it; she looked hot!
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