After dozing off for a bit, Erika finds herself bored. It was too distracting. How could she concentrate on anything when she looked like this? Your sister stood up, admiring your mother's tall form in the mirror... And then stripped. She tore off the floral skirt and the cute blouse, and the panties and the bra, and stood naked in front of the mirror, looking at her mother.
Seeing mom's mature body in the flesh, Erika momentarily wondered if everything she had done with her appearance was just an immature cry for attention. Maybe she should drop the punk act and start to dress more like a girl. Maybe...
Erika crossed the house, still stark naked, and went into her parents room. She re-dressed, and tried on a few of her mother's dresses. They were different from what she was used to. Somewhere inside, she kind of liked them, but they were still missing that pop that she needed. Erika settled on a blue dress, and ran back to her room to grab a pair of blue and black striped tights. Just a little bit of her own style, and she felt way more comfortable.
When she finished dressing, the doorbell rang. Erika peeked out the window, and didn't recognize the car.
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