Aftershe is done she turns me around to the mirror where I get my first look atthe new me, I have short curly reddish blonde hair, large lush red lips...,and an almost doe like look to my eyes which have been accented in shadesof pink! The woman then explains the look to me and how to recreate it. Wereturn to our new condo where I?m informed that we are going out for dinnerand dancing and I should get ready, a command word is giving and I findmyself taking of the clothes I had on all day, putting. Oh God! Please let me get far enough away! I cannot let them see me when I change!Hidden in the forest, I quickly strip off my clothes, pausing every few seconds as a new spasm of agony overtakes me. Already, my fingers are shorter, clumsier. There is not time to waste. I finally strip the pants and underwear off my legs, as my center of gravity shifts. No need to untie the shoes - they slip easily off my hairy feet.I thrash among the leaves and pine needles as the rest of the change takes. And then Mom unhooked her bra and slung it carelessly in my direction. It landed on my leg, and I could feel the warmth of her body still in it. “Remember these?” she said, brushing her palms over her nipples. “I think you’ve always liked them.” I was speechless. My mouth was dry and I could feel l my heart pound. My Mom smiled again. “I said you don’t need to stop, Darling. You don’t need to feel awkward. What are you looking at?” She moved towards me and sat down right next to me, her long. She had a pair of reasonably large but saggy breasts that, to be fair, looked halfway decent in a bra but probably weren't going to be as exciting without support over a bulging belly balanced by a big ass. Her hands and feet were decent, if small -- even her calves, although sizeable, weren't bad, but her thighs in particular had to absorb the difference between the narrowing at her knees and the large anchor point at her ass. One look at her and you knew that her thighs rubbed. She didn't.