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Mother's Day by circe ([email protected]) Emma's brow was furrowed in concentration as she examined her work. It was good, she concluded, but missing something. She put down her favorite pink crayon and reached for the yellow: Mommy's hair needed to be prettier. The little girl deliberately drew golden lines from the top of her Mommy's head to her shoulders. That was better. "That's very good Emma," Miss Galbraith said, kneeling beside the tiny desk and smiling. The girl Emma had drawn a lovely happy picture with a house, a big sun and lots of grass. Near the house was a little girl in a pink dress and a taller blonde woman in a red dress. Both figures had huge lopsided smiles and were holding hands. "Is that your Mommy?" she asked. The little girl nodded as she carefully added little red dots of color to the tips of her Mommy's three fingers. Miss Galbraith straightened up and looked at the large clock on the wall above the blackboard. It was just coming up to 6 pm. There were only two children left in the after school club classroom ? little Emma Scott and Jack Hamilton. They both sat next to each other, Emma drawing in silent contemplation and Jack, one arm under his chin as he watched the little girl. The young teacher smiled to herself: Ah, young love. As she walked back to her desk to pack up her things, she heard the click-clack of heels from the corridor. Just in time, again. "Hello, sorry!" Emma's Mommy burst breathlessly into the room, managing to both pant and smile at the same time. "I'm so sorry," she said again, hoisting her bag strap back onto her shoulder and brushing a strand of her platinum blonde hair behind her ear. She turned towards her little girl, who was making a considerable effort to ignore her blustery entry. "That's quite alright," Miss Galbraith said, slightly louder than was necessary. "Emma was just drawing a beautiful picture. Isn't that right Emma?" The little girl continued to study her paper as her Mommy walked over to her desk and squatted down beside her. "Oh darling, that's beautiful," she said, leaning into to kiss her little girl on the forehead. "Sorry I'm late," she added under her breath. "It's hard to run in these shoes. Your Mommy is very silly." The little girl looked up into her Mommy's bright blue eyes and giggled. "You should make sure and sign it Emma, all great artists sign their work," she said, straightening up. "Hello Jack!" she said. "Hello," Jack replied, grinning his little embarrassed grin as he watched Emma's Mommy walk round to his desk. His picture looked a lot like Emma's, except his featured a little boy with black hair and a tall man who was all in blue, except for a red strip of color down his front. "Is that your daddy's tie?" she asked, pointing at the picture with her long red nails. The little boy nodded as his face grew red. "That's a lovely picture Jack, you should sign it too." The boy covered the picture with his arm and instantly started writing. The young woman walked back towards the desk as the children quietly scribbled. "I'm so sorry again Julie," she said to the teacher. "I know I should be here by five thirty. Just something came up and..." "It's fine Mandy, don't worry about it. I had some marking to do anyway," the teacher replied. "Besides your daughter is a delight. You've done really well with her." "Oh thank you," Mandy replied, "but I think that's down to you more than me. She really thinks you're brilliant. We both do." "Don't be silly," the teacher said, finally hugging her friend. Mandy gave her friend a squeeze and pulled away, turning her head towards her daughter. "Alright you, are you ready to go and let Miss Galbraith have her weekend?" "Yes," the girl shouted, jumping up from her desk and running to her coat hanging on the wall. The teacher walked towards her desk and put the loose crayons in their plastic tub. "And what about you, little man?" Mandy asked, looking at Jack. "Where's your daddy to take you away?" The little boy shrugged "What time do you have to get out of here?" she asked her friend. Julie looked up again at the clock. "Soon," she said frowning. "I'm supposed to be meeting..." Her voice tailed off into a hopeful smile which Mandy met with a mock gasp. "A date?!" she stage whispered. "With a boy?!" "A man hopefully," the teacher replied with a mischievous raise of her eyebrows. Mandy covered her mouth in mock horror. "Oh shut up!" The telephone rang on her desk. Mandy stuck her tongue out at Julie as she answered. "Hello?" "Mommy?" the little girl asked, standing by the door. She had put on her little pink coat and was carrying her over-large school bag. She held her picture in her hand. "Can we go now?" "Oh dear," Julie said to the voice on the other end of the phone. "In a minute darling. I just want to see if your teacher is alright, if you don't mind." The little girl nodded. "Two hours! Oh dear Mr. Hamilton," the teacher frowned. Mandy looked her friend in the eye and mouthed the words: 'I can take him.' Julie mimed: 'Are you sure?' Mandy nodded. "Mr. Hamilton, Emma's mother is here and was wondering if you'd mind if she looked after Jack until you could pick him up. It's just that...okay I'll put her on." She handed the phone to Mandy. "Amanda, how are you?" a warm voice on the end of the phone asked via a wind tunnel. "Are you sure you don't mind? This is a bit above and beyond." "Hi John. No not at all. Just pick him up when you're ready, okay?" Mandy gave Julie a big thumbs up. ***** The two children lay on the carpet in the living room, ignoring the cartoons blaring on the television. They were playing with Emma's extensive doll collection, and Jack had concocted a scenario where Barbie was in need of rescuing from dinosaurs. Emma was explaining patiently to Jack that Barbie could probably take care of herself. Mandy chuckled and went back to washing the children's dinner dishes. Friday night was usually pizza night, but with Jack here she'd felt she had to make an effort and had made spaghetti Bolognese, which was Emma's favorite. The two kids had eaten hungrily and excused themselves quickly to go back to their game. They got on really well at school, and it was nice, Mandy thought, that they were getting to play together now. She caught her reflection in the window above the sink as she washed. A thirty-six year old woman looked back. Her face was narrow and pointed, with a button nose, prominent cheekbones and full red lips. She wore a lot of makeup; thick foundation and loose powder, rouge, light brown eye shadow, black mascara with false long eyelashes, ruby lipstick and lip- gloss. She still, however, looked fresh and for all the makeup was heavy it was not gaudy - and almost hid the laughter lines. Amanda Scott was a very pretty woman. She looked through her reflection to the garden outside and smiled as the sunlight set over the rose bushes. She was interrupted in her examination by the doorbell, quickly followed by two squeaky voices shouting "Door!" Mandy pulled her wet hands from the warm water and dried them on a tea towel before walking to the door, running her small hands through her shoulder length blonde hair as she walked into the hall. Out of habit she stopped in front of the full- length mirror next to the door and quickly examined herself; she brushed an imaginary hair from the front of her white silk blouse and smoothed down the front of her knee-length gray pencil skirt. Mandy took a deep breath and answered the door. "Hi honey!" Mandy's best friend and housemate Zoe walked into her house laden with bags and gave her a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek. "Not home long?" she asked, looking Mandy up and down and noticing her business dress. Before Mandy had time to mentally regroup, her friend had walked past her, carefully set down her bags and was removing the outsized black belt on her red raincoat. "And how are my favorite girls?" she asked, calling through into the living room as she unbuttoned the coat to reveal her white dress uniform. Mandy slowly closed the door as Zoe picked up one of the bags and went into the living room. She had brought a large makeup bag and what looked like a shopping bag from an expensive boutique. Mandy bent down to peek inside when she heard Zoe exclaim "well, you're not a little girl" from next door. She smiled to herself. "No peeking!" Zoe called from the living room. "I wasn't!" "Liar," she said as Mandy entered the room. "Be nice. We have guests. Zoe, this is Jack. Jack, this is my friend Zoe." "Well, hello there Jack," Zoe said, bending down to offer him her hand. "It's about time Emma had a boyfriend." Both Emma and Jack began to complain loudly. "Oh, so are you Amanda's boyfriend?" she teased. Mandy narrowed her eyes as the children giggled. "Are you a nurse?" the little boy asked as the doorbell rang. "Excuse me," Mandy said, leaving the room, and opened the front door to a tall well-built man in a suit, carrying a bunch of lackluster flowers. "Amanda," he said, leaning in to kiss her on the cheek. "I can't thank you enough. These are for you." "John," she said, her lips curving into a smile. "You didn't have to, it's my pleasure. Won't you come in?" "Hello," he said, as he entered the living room. His son leapt to his feet and ran over to his dad, wrapping his little arms around the man's legs. "Hi Jack! Sorry I'm so late." He bent down and stroked his son's hair. "Hello Emma, how are you?" "Good," the little girl replied. "How are you?" "Amanda, what a polite daughter you have. I'm very well thank you Emma. I'm John, nice to meet you," he turned to Zoe. "Zoe, you too," she said, looking sideways at Mandy. "Anyway," she said, before picking up her shopping bag and carrying it into the kitchen with a loud clink. "Thoughtful of you to have a nurse on standby," John said as he attempted to untangle himself from his son. Mandy laughed. "Well, with my cooking you can't be too careful. No, sorry I'm afraid Zoe isn't a nurse, she's a beautician, and my housemate. So, if you had an emergency waxing or something, she'd be ideal." "I know first aid," Zoe called from the kitchen. John laughed. "Come on little man; let's leave these beautiful ladies to their Friday night. We'll get pizza on the way home, okay?" "I had spaghetti," Jack said, as he picked up his coat and school bag from the couch. "Oh did you, and have you thanked Mrs. Scott?" "Mommy's not a Mrs." Emma giggled. "She's a Miss like me," she said proudly. "Oh, I am sorry. Have you thanked Miss Scott," he said, giving Mandy a playful wink. "Thank you for the spaghetti, Miss Scott," Jack said; his face very serious. "You're welcome; it was a pleasure having you." Mandy followed the two men as they left and stood in her doorway to watch them walk down her path. Halfway down they stopped and John leaned down and spoke in his son's ear. John reached into his suit pocket and pulled out his car keys. At the end of the path, a silver BMW squawked into life. Jack ran down the path and into the back seat of the car. "I'd like to thank you," John said, turning and walking towards Mandy. "You already got me flowers." "What are you doing on Sunday?" he asked. "Sunday, um, nothing why?" "You should come for lunch. It'd be wonderful to have you and Emma." He smiled, watching her expression. "Oh, I don't know." "Please, no strings, just our kids like each other and?" he tailed off. "And?" she asked, shifting her weight onto one hip. "We've known each other how long? I'd just like to get to know you better." "You would?" "Yes," he said, "very much. Besides," he added, "it would be great to have a mother there, it being Mother's Day. We can really pamper you girls." "Oh God, is it Mother's Day?" Mandy asked. "Come on, it'll be fun. One o'clock?" he asked again. ***** "So, a date?" Zoe took a drink of red wine from her glass. "That's new." Mandy sat down on the couch and tucked her legs under her round behind. Emma had been put to bed and had gone out like a light: Mandy had barely had to read any of the bed-time story. After she was sure she was asleep, she kissed her little girl on the forehead and crept out of her bedroom in her stocking feet. As she crossed the upstairs landing, she heard the welcome clink of wine glasses and smiled to herself. She was looking forward to a glass of wine after her day. She softly padded into her bedroom and without closing the door began to unbutton her blouse. As the last button popped free, she tugged at the sheer garment and pulled it up from where it was tucked into her skirt. She reached behind her and unzipped the tight skirt, breathing a sigh of relief as it carelessly slid down her nylon encased legs. She stepped out of the skirt and sat on her bed, thick with a large puffy duvet. She quickly pulled her pantyhose down her thighs and off her small warm feet, revealing a large nude-colored panty girdle, which stretched from mid thigh to her belly button. She stood, discarding the silk blouse on the bed, and walked over to a chest of drawers. She pulled out a white t- shirt and slipped it over her head, first pulling her hair through the neck hole and then wriggling the bottom over her small nude-coloured bra. She opened a different drawer and found a pair of pajama bottoms ? white with pink candy stripes. Mandy stepped into the bottoms and pulled them up her smooth slender legs and easily over her round bottom and wide hips. Out of habit, she looked at herself in the mirrored doors of her wardrobe before leaving and noticed that you could see the outline of her nude panty girdle through the thin fabric. She shrugged and tied the pink ribbon ties of the PJs around her slender middle as she turned off the light and slinked downstairs. "You didn't have to go to all that effort for me?" Zoe said, smiling as she handed over the wine glass. "Now, just one. You shouldn't even have any." Mandy stuck her tongue out at her friend and took a small sip of wine. "It's not a date," she said. "It's for Emma. She needs friends." "Sure, and the fact he brought you flowers and is tall and cute has nothing to do with it?" "Just a happy coincidence," Mandy said, smiling into her wine glass. "Not that anything can happen." "Why not?" "Emma and I are doing fine; I don't want to mess anything up." "Like?" "You know." "About that," Zoe laid her wine glass on the coffee table. "When are you going to tell Emma?" Mandy took a sip of wine. "They're beautiful flowers aren't they?" "Andy." "Don't call me that." Mandy forced a sweet smile. "Emma has to be told eventually, you know that?" "Why? Thanks to you I'm a better mother than she ever was." "Honey, you're a great mother, but you have your own life. A couple of years you said, remember?" "It's my decision." "I know. I just want you to be happy and I want your sister to be happy." "We are," Mandy smiled at her friend. "Now." It had been a Friday night that everything had changed, Zoe remembered: When Andrew Scott had come home from school and found his baby sister crying, the house a mess and his mother and her latest boyfriend nowhere to be seen. Two weeks later and the two children were still alone. It was as though she had simply vanished. Andy's mother's clothes still hung in her wardrobe, her bottles of perfume and creams still cluttered her dressing table. He had stayed off school to look after Emma, playing with the little girl, cooking for her. Any day now, he had thought. Any day. He began to sleep in his Mom's bed, where the smell of her perfume was still strongest. ***** "You alright?" Zoe asked as she set up her equipment on the dining table. Mandy paused as she peeled off a false eyelash, mindful of her long nails. "Fine, yes, thank you darling." She removed her eyelashes and dabbed a cotton wool ball into some cleanser before dabbing it on her eyelid, removing her makeup. "T-shirt?" Zoe asked, unscrewing a bottle. Mandy nodded and pulled the t-shirt over her plain bra, her blonde hair in disarray. She dropped the t-shirt onto the floor and sat back in the chair. She picked up a thick black hair band from the table and stretched it over her head, pulling back her thick hair. Zoe went to work with a cotton bud around Mandy's ears and under her chin. "Would you even know what to do with a man if he made a pass at you?" Zoe asked, gently dabbing around Mandy's eyes. "I think it'd be fun finding out. That tickles." Zoe removed the cotton ball from Mandy's nose. "Anyway I can't. One stray fondle and I'm done for. It just..." "It just?" "It would be nice to be kissed, that's all." "Oh you poor thing." Zoe stopped and bent down to kiss her friend on the forehead. "Not what I had in mind." Mandy grinned. "Haha." Zoe made a face as she put down the cotton balls. "Ready?" Mandy nodded. Slowly, Zoe tugged on Mandy's chin. The solvent had worked quickly and the appliance came free easily. The beautician gently rolled up the fake skin, removing the chin, the button nose, the cheekbones and the faint wrinkles. Underneath, a teenage boy's face grimaced with perfect teeth and full voluptuous lips. His face was sweaty, and blotchy: In many places bright red where it was irritated. Zoe worked quickly, applying a layer of ointment, then moisturizer, then a bright green mudpack, covering the young boy's face completely. "There," she said. "We'll give a couple of hours to renew and then you're good for another week." "Thank you," the boy replied in his mother's voice. "You're amazing Zoe." The boy had been in tears on the phone, his voice cracking with big gulps as he begged for help. Zoe had rushed round to the house of her old school-friend and found she was gone. She had been gone for weeks and this little boy had held it together. More than held it together: the place was spotless. She had hugged him tight and told him everything was going to be fine. Except it wasn't, not at all. A neighbor had seen Mandy leave and noticed the car missing for a month. She had rung the police, and they had referred the matter to child protection and they had written a letter. Mandy had to call them to confirm everything was normal, and to arrange a visit. "You called them?" Zoe had asked, incredulously. "Andy this is silly. You can't look after yourself and your sister. You're just children." "I can!" he had shouted. "Everything is great. I don't want them to split us up. I can take care of her. I just need your help." "So you called them? What did you say sweetheart?" The boy spoke, his voice instantly slightly deeper, richer and breathier. "I said I was fine and would be delighted to see them on Saturday." Zoe's mouth hung open. He sounded exactly like Mandy. ***** "I've got a present for you," Zoe said, taking a sip of her wine. "You do? For me? I'd flutter my eyelashes but they're on the table there." Zoe left Andy half-naked in the kitchen, and returned a few moments later with the boutique shopping bag she had brought with her. She set it down on the table in front of Andy. The bag read "Boobytrap" on the side, in delicate swirling letters. "I figured with summer coming, and now your date, you might like this." Zoe sat back and watched her friend and client. "If it doesn't fit, the woman in the shop said you can go in for a fitting. In fact, she was quite keen that you do anyway. Happy Mother's Day." Andy opened the stiff bag and reached inside; pulling out what looked like a hatbox. It was pink with black trim, and the same Boobytrap logo on the lid. Excitedly he removed the lid, and took out the top layer of tissue paper. Inside the box was a frighteningly realistic-looking pair of breasts. He stared at them for a moment in surprise before delicately removing them from their presentation box. "Oh Zoe, they're beautiful," he said, lifting them up and turning them over in his small hands. They felt cold and smooth, and had a very pleasing jiggle to them under his fingers. The areolas were dark pink and textured with tiny little bumps surrounding a proud puffy nipple. Andy gave them a playful tweak. The breasts were in fact one garment that started somewhere just at the collarbone and stopped just under the breasts themselves. They weren't heavy, but had a pleasant weight to them. After a few moments lost in thought, Andy noticed something. "Uh, Zoe," he asked. "I'm an A cup?" "Not any more honey. I thought you'd suit something a bit bigger. Your Mom was always saying she wished she had bigger boobs." "Zoe I love them, thank you!" the boy said, his eyes filling up with tears. The two friends embraced and held each other as Andy began to tremble. "Come on, let's see how they look," Zoe said, pulling away from the skinny boy and fishing into his bra to remove a small white foam pad. She threw it over her shoulder with a wide grin. ***** It had been ridiculous, Zoe had known; something from a bad made- for-TV movie. She had only hoped that maybe humoring him would show him it was foolish. And yet, she had found herself caught up in the thing, the infectious fun of it. She could think of no other reason why she was experimenting with makeup. Initially it was to show him how different his and his mother's faces were, but professional training had taken over. Now there were pictures of Mandy everywhere, scattered over the bed and the dressing table. She had started using Mandy's makeup, and had then added things from her own kit. There were some similarities, but too many differences. He had his father's nose and a boy's thin lips. The woman they were sending had met Mandy before. After she had finished, Andy had at best looked like a little girl trying on her mother's makeup. Zoe had cuddled him while he had cried, mascara smudging on his girlish face. She was sorry, she had tried, but it was silly, and surely he knew that. She had left him, still made up in his mother's robe, sobbing at her dressing table. Zoe had cried too as she had driven home. She had thought about it all the next day too at her salon. It was ridiculous, she decided. She was so angry, at Mandy for leaving again and at herself for stringing the poor boy alone. He was a good boy, he didn't deserve this. As she was tidying the sink in her treatment room at the end of the day, she heard the bell chime as someone came through the door. Strange, she had thought, I didn't take an appointment this late. She stopped what she was doing and looked through to reception. A young Mom was talking to Gemma, the receptionist. She had brought her buggy into the shop and Zoe could see a little girl was sleeping quietly in the stroller. The woman was looking down on the counter, and her platinum blonde hair was covering her face. Zoe was sure that she recognized her; the clothes anyway were familiar. "I just wondered if Zoe were free to see me?" she said, and brushed her luscious hair behind her ear. Zoe saw her face. Oh God. "Gemma!" Zoe called from the treatment room. "That's fine, send her through." Oh God. The young woman looked up and smiled before thanking Gemma and wheeling her sleeping little girl through to the room. She carefully parked the stroller in the corner and deliberately closed the door. "Hi Zoe," she said, excitedly. "What do you think?" She knew where she'd recognized the clothes - they were Mandy's. But Mandy would never have chosen this outfit. It was probably the longest skirt she had owned for a start; brown suede and slightly flared just above the knee. She had topped it with a wide black leather belt and matched it with a simple cream cotton top with a high round neckline. She was wearing thick brown tights and ankle length boots with a slight heel. She looked good, Zoe was surprised to admit. Well, she conceded, until you looked closer. The skirt fit well around the waist but was loose around the hips and bum. Her breasts were small, but too high on her chest. Her makeup though was perfect. She still didn't look like Mandy, not really, but she could have passed for Mandy's sister. The boy had plucked his eyebrows she noticed, and had made up for his thin lips with heavy lip liner and a steady hand. It was both a young woman's face and a young boy's at the same time. Zoe had to look away. "Don't I look like her?" she asked, her Mandy voice never slipping. "I've had an idea," she said, reaching into her bag and setting it down on the treatment table. Carefully she pulled out several bundles of cotton wool and began to unwrap them. "Andy," Zoe began, "I can't believe how well you've done, but, sweetheart..." "What's wrong?" she asked, stopping to twirl. "Are these not good clothes? I don't like it when Mom wears shorter stuff." "No, honey, the clothes are great, it's just... " "Look! She exclaimed, and held a small lump of plasticine up to her nose. She pressed it into place and turned sideways on. Her nose had changed shape; it was rounder and cute as a button, albeit now a different color. "I've made bits for my cheeks too. It looks great!" Zoe blinked and watched her in amazement as she attached the small diamonds to her cheeks. "I was thinking: you've got wax? I can make them again and glue them to my face and then you could paint some latex over them and with makeup I'd look like Mom then." She smiled. Zoe reached up and touched the tip of her nose, leaving a fingerprint in the clay. This was ridiculous. But dear God she looked like Mandy. She sighed. "Okay, let's try it." ***** Andy stood in front of the mirrored wardrobes in his bedroom, turning this way and that to admire his new breasts. It had taken no time at all for the adhesive to set, and the feathered edges of the silicone were as easy to blend into his chest as the edges of his Mandy mask. Once set, he had almost sprinted up the stairs to his room to see the results: Breasts. He had Breasts. He couldn't believe how fantastic they looked: large and round with a slight teardrop swell to them and just a little droop as befitting a woman his age. As he turned, they jiggled with their own weight. He stopped looking in the mirror long enough to look down; he couldn't see his feet. Instead, an impressive natural cleavage met his gaze. He couldn't stop smiling. He carefully gave his new left boob a soft squeeze. It was warm now with his body heat and felt both soft and yielding and yet firm. It was hard to explain. He had never touched a girl's breast before and now, for the first time, they were his. He felt goosebumps rising on his arms as he began to tremble and felt an unwelcome tightness and warmth in his girdle. "Feels nice, don't they?" Zoe asked from the doorway where she had silently appeared. "It's okay; you don't have to stop," she added as Andy quickly moved his hand away from his bust with embarrassed haste. "I remember when I was your age and my boobs kept getting bigger. I was a late developer, not that you can tell now!" Andy involuntarily looked down to his friend's chest, her breasts full and round under her white dress uniform. "Of course," Zoe added, "the boob fairy didn't give me these in one night." She giggled, and gently closed the door behind her. "I want to show you something." With a mischievous glint in her eye, Zoe began carefully unbuttoning her white dress uniform. Her fingers worked quickly from the top button at her throat, down her chest and stomach to the last button at her thigh. Without a hint of embarrassment, she slipped the now-open dress off her shoulders and onto the floor and stood before Andy in just her matching white bra and skimpy panties. Andy was immediately jealous: Zoe had a beautiful hourglass figure, with only a slightly round tummy and slightly dimply thighs. Her lacy bra was a perfect fit for her large boobs and they filled the see-through cups perfectly. Her tiny panties rode high on her hips and just barely covered her modesty. "Zoe, what?" Andy asked, forgetting his new figure for a moment, both embarrassed and excited. "I told you, I want to show you something," she said, stepping out from her dress on the carpet and reaching behind her back. In a split second, the beautiful round and full shape of her bra cups collapsed as the fastener was unclipped, and Zoe quickly slid the nylon straps off her shoulders. She threw the brassiere carelessly onto the bed and moved to stand side by side with Andy. "Well?" she asked. Andy looked in the mirror at the two thirty-something women; one platinum blonde, one a rich chestnut brown. One in a bright green mud mask; the other fresh-faced and natural. One in pajama bottoms; the other in just her panties. Their breasts... They had the same breasts. The same size, shape, and the way they hung on Andy's chest. Even down to the veins just visible under the skin. Zoe had given him her breasts. Andy's mouth hung open. "How cool is that?" Zoe exclaimed. "I can't believe how they've turned out. We're like sisters!" She reached up with her hand and laid it gently on his chest. "Wow, this is so weird!" Slowly she cupped one of the breasts and gave it a slight squeeze. "They feel totally real," she said quietly, to herself. "Did you feel that?" Andy shook his head. "Well," she said, "it would have felt pretty nice. Here, give me your hand." Without warning, Zoe grabbed Andy's hand and placed it onto her chest. The warm flesh under his hand was soft, and exciting. Still with her hand over his, she squeezed gently. "They feel the same don't they?" Andy nodded. "They feel amazing," he said softly, his voice sounding like a nervous little boy. His girdle was now very uncomfortable. Abruptly, Zoe let go of Andy's trembling hand and bounced back onto the bed. She took a moment to prop herself up against the pillows and then patted the empty space next to her. Andy, confused, followed her and crawled onto the fluffy duvet to sit beside her. "I've been thinking," she said, "about earlier and your date." She held up her hand to hush the boy's protests. "When Mandy and I were your age, we worried a lot about boys, and how to kiss and other stuff. We used to practice. On each other," she added helpfully. Andy nodded. "And this guy, who you like, thinks you're ... experienced. I think you need to be prepared, is all. You know? " "Okay," Andy said, shifting his weight on the bed. "Good. I want you to kiss the back of your hand." Andy quickly brought his feminine hand to his lips and gave it a small peck. "You've got beautiful plump lips honey, take your sweet time. Pretend you want to make a little kiss stamp with your lipstick. Like this." Zoe took Andy's hand and brought it slowly to her mouth as her lips parted. He felt the warmth of her breath and the faint pressure of her lips, as they softly and sweetly pressed on his hand. She held her mouth there for a second, before pulling away, leaving his hand warm and tingly. "Now, you try?" Boldly he took her small hand and bent down towards it, parting his lips and pouting. He hesitated as he felt the small fine hairs on the hand, and brushed his lips over it briefly. Slowly, and gently as he could, he brought his lips together and felt them swell against her skin. He found he had closed his eyes, and could smell nothing but her perfume. For what seemed like a lifetime he held it, before peeling his lips away from her hand with a soft break. He looked up into her eyes. "You were always a quick study," she sighed breathlessly, before reaching behind his head and sliding her body down the bed, their faces level. She kissed him, quickly at first, and then more gently she forced his mouth open and slipped in her tongue. She felt his breasts warm against hers, and unconsciously moved her hand down his back and onto his round bottom. She gave it a playful squeeze as they separated. Andy suddenly giggled. "What?" she asked. "Your Mom and I used to do that quite a lot." "Your face!" he said, pulling her off the bed and towards the mirrored doors. She was wearing half of Andy's green mud pack. ***** The little girl played on the floor of Zoe's treatment room, stacking wooden blocks and knocking them down again. She was as good as gold, happy to play on her own with her toys and talking to herself ? half in English, half in a made up sing-song language. Every so often she would get up off the floor and walk up to the table to watch what was going on, or to ask questions. Andy always replied to her in their Mommy's voice, telling her what Aunty Zoe was doing or what a good girl she was. Zoe doubted the real Mandy had ever called Emma a good girl. Zoe had worked on Andy's face for all of the morning. She corrected herself, looking at the woman's face she had created: it was definitely Mandy's face now. There had been some trial and error with the wax and latex, but eventually it had set and looked almost real.With a mixture of heavy stage makeup, talent, and patience, Mandy had taken shape: the cute button nose, the high cheekbones, the thin arched eyebrows. The only problem had been the lips: Mandy's were plump and kissable; the boy's were thin and flat. Zoe had hesitated before suggesting the solution. Not because she thought he wouldn't like it, but because she thought he would. Still, they had come this far, she had thought, and so over the last hour she had injected his lips with a plumping agent she used at the salon. The results were immediate and dramatic. "I look amazing!" he had said when Zoe had finally allowed her to look. "I look just like her." A shoulder length platinum blonde wig completed the look and framed her face beautifully. The counterfeit young woman brushed a strand of her hair behind her ear, careful not to put any pressure on her new acrylic nails. "Let's take a break and then we can talk clothes," Zoe said, sitting down with relief in the chair her client had previously occupied. The new Mandy had retied her white terrycloth robe around her middle and gone over to where the little girl was playing. "Mommy," she said, looking up into her mother's face. Mandy's face broke into a huge smile as she hugged her daughter and kissed her on the forehead. "That's right, darling," she said softly. "Your Mommy is here." "This is crazy," Zoe said, watching mother and daughter together. "Even if you look like her and can stay together, what then? You're going to leave school to look after her? How are you going to ..." Zoe broke off, helpless. "I'll get a job," the new Mandy said. "Part time or something; I don't know but I can make it work. I will make it work. I'm not going anywhere," she added, turning again to her little girl. "I'll be the perfect Mommy to you, darling. I promise." Zoe took a deep breath. She couldn't look after them herself, she couldn't. But she could help them look after each other. She owed Mandy that, wherever she was. "Did you bring what you're going to wear?" she asked eventually. Mandy stood and adjusted her robe, heaving a bursting school bag onto the massage table. She unzipped it and carefully took out a white ribbed vest, a short blue denim skirt with frayed hemline and pair of black opaque pantyhose. "They're for going home in," she explained as she put them to one side. Next she removed a carefully folded black and white striped dress and laid it gently on the bed. On top of that was laid a matching set of white plain panties and a sculpted t-shirt bra. Zoe smiled. They boy had better taste than his Mom did, that was for sure. She wondered how long he'd been practicing being her. A long time, she decided, he was simply too good. He had studied her, and learnt her voice, her face and her movements. Even in the simple act of unfolding her dress, she moved gracefully, deliberately. In fact, it was almost a parody: Mandy herself would have thrown it down in a crumpled heap. He was more Mandy than Mandy. "Great," Zoe said, standing up. "That looks perfect." Mandy's face broke into a wide smile. "Let's talk figure. Your Mom has what we call pear- shape, which just means she had small boobs and a round bum. Now, personally, I'd kill for your boyish hips, but if you want to look good in Mandy's clothes we need to pad you up a bit. Do you want to take off your robe and we'll see what we can do?" Mandy nodded, untying the robe and laying it on the bed. It was definitely a young man's body. Not even, more an older boy's body: slim, straight up and down and completely shapeless and hairless. He had still shaved his legs in preparation, she noticed. The effect was absurd, to say the least, with a thirty-something year old woman's head with a boy's figure and small cock. Right. "I thought about this last night," she said, as she put a tape-measure around his slender hips. "I came up with something that might work." She reached into a bulging carrier bag and pulled out a circle of white fabric, open at one end. In the bag there were six of them, like tiny pillow cases in different shapes. Underneath her home-made sewing was a large amount of wadding. As Mandy watched, she stuffed the wadding into four of the pouches, stopping to occasionally measure and to squeeze them. Finally satisfied, she popped a safety pin over the opening of each pouch. "I'm going to give you something of mine, and let you in on a secret," Zoe said, conspiratorially opening another carrier bag. "Here, have you seen anything like this before?" she asked. She already knew the answer. Mandy would never have worn anything like this. Zoe handed over the nude panty girdle. They were the biggest underwear Andy had ever seen, covering from mid thigh to high on the waist. They reminded him of his Mom's swimsuit, but even more so. He examined them carefully, saw that they were thick, unforgiving and practical and understood their purpose immediately. "I've had a lot of luck with those," Zoe said with a smirk, "so I hope it works with you. Can you put them on?" Andy pulled the garment up his legs and into place: the lacy waistband covering his belly button. He'd never worn anything so tight before, or felt so constricted. However, since he had barely an inch of fat on him, the underwear had very little effect. Zoe went to work, stuffing two round pads down the back of the girdle, and two longer pads down each side. As she hoped, the tightness of the girdle smoothed the edges and bulges of the home-made pads. She made some adjustments and patted his new rounder bottom before measuring again. It was still too small. She pulled out the pads with considerable effort and added more stuffing. This time it was closer: Much closer. It was no longer a boy's backside, and his hips curved out from his slender middle. Standing behind him, she made him walk away and was pleased to see the pads move with him as he walked his mother's walk. "That's perfect. Well, not perfect, but more of a woman's shape anyway," Zoe said as she stopped. "Turn around," she said. "Oh, well, almost a woman's shape." The transformed boy blushed under the makeup, and quickly moved his hand to cover his embarrassment. "It's alright," Zoe said, reassuringly. "Don't worry about it. I've seen it all before. But, um," she looked at the bulging front panel of his girdle, "it's just us girls, um, are usually smooth there," she added with a smile. "Why don't you pop to the bathroom and take care of it and then we can tuck it away, okay?" The embarrassed boy awkwardly walked away, his femininity lost in that moment. Before her eyes he was suddenly a teenage boy with too much makeup and a padded ass. She had wondered if he was excited about this, and she guessed she'd gotten her answer, not that she minded. She looked down and saw little Emma playing with one of the little pads Zoe had made, that would eventually stuff her Mommy's bra. ***** "Mommy you look pretty," Emma said, her little legs dangling as she sat on the seat in the changing room. Mandy zipped up the back of the light blue summer dress and examined her appearance in the mirror. She'd never worn anything so daring before - so feminine. Thin straps held the flimsy dress up as the neckline plunged to show an almost indecent amount of cleavage. It was nipped in at the waist and flared out at the hips. The dress stopped just above the knee. Zoe's bra was very clearly visible through the fabric, but that was fine: Mandy had bought others. She twirled and turned in front of the mirror. This was the one ? no matter how she moved, you couldn't see her girdle. It had been an exhausting Saturday. Andy had woken early, washed and cleansed his face and taken a shower. He had left his en suite shower still dripping wet, a white fluffy towel wrapped around his middle, over his new chest. Zoe had still been asleep in his bed when he had gotten up, but she was awake now and dressed in her white uniform. Together they had put on his Mandy mask, and made sure the edges were well blended. As Zoe tidied up, Mandy pulled on her padded girdle and slipped on a pair of pink panties over the top. She opened her lingerie drawer and stopped. "Zoe," she said sweetly, "did you bring a change of underwear with you?" Zoe rummaged in her bag and pulled out the bra she had been wearing last night. Mandy checked the straps and quickly fastened the garment at the front, under her breasts, and twisted it round, drawing the straps up her bare arms, and the cups into place over her bust. The bra fit perfectly, lifting her boobs up and out. "Thank you darling," Mandy said as Zoe giggled, before choosing what to wear for the day. The girls had quickly gotten ready for a day's "emergency shopping" as she had called it. Dressed simply in a pair of tight blue jeans and a red jumper and a little denim skirt and pink t- shirt respectively, Mandy and Emma had rode the bus into town, waved goodbye to Zoe and followed the directions her housemate had given her. The woman in Boobytrap had been lovely, giving Emma toys to play with while Mandy was measured. Mandy had been nervous as she awkwardly removed Zoe's bra, worried that she might get caught, but the woman there had given no indication that anything was unusual. She had smiled, complimented Mandy on her figure, measured her properly, and suggested several styles and colors for Mandy to try. Mandy spent a lot of money there, and left with several new bras and some matching panties that she knew she could never wear. After Boobytrap, Emma was next, and they spent some time finding her a new outfit for tomorrow. Emma wanted a pink princess dress, with faerie wings. Mandy suggested a pretty red skirt and a matching top. In the end, both were bought and Emma had spent the rest of the day wearing the faerie wings. "Emma," Mandy said, as the two girls sat in the food court, having a break. "Are you happy it being just us girls? At home, I mean." Her conversation with Zoe from the night before was playing on her mind. Emma sucked thoughtfully on her straw. "I love you and Aunty Zoe," she said finally. "Mellissa's dad can't braid her hair or draw a horse." Mandy smiled as she ate a forkful of salad. "Do you remember before Zoe lived with us?" she asked. "No, Aunt Zoe's always lived with us," Emma said, as if Mandy was stupid. "She used to live on her own though." "Yes, she did darling. She loves living with us though. Would you," she stopped, reconsidering the question she had to ask. "Would you rather live with your Mommy or with a daddy?" Emma giggled. "With you Mommy, you're the best Mommy in the world." "Thank you darling," she said, feeling her face getting hot and puffy under the makeup. "You're the best little girl in the world." She paused. "What do you think about Mommy getting a boyfriend? Do you think you would like that?" "A nice boyfriend." "A nice boyfriend," Mandy agreed. "If he can draw horses," she said. ***** Dorothy Parkinson parked her car in the empty driveway and checked her notes before leaving the car. Amanda Scott was 32, unemployed and mother to two children: a 14 year old boy and a 2 year old girl: Father's whereabouts unknown, although most definitely two fathers. She had been arrested twice: once for drunk and disorderly behavior, and once for assault, where she had driven the spike of a stiletto heel through the hand of a bouncer. She had also vanished without trace for 2 weeks last year, which was the last time Dorothy had visited. The boy, she remembered, had put on a brave face, but the house was a mess, clothes everywhere and rotting take-away food containers. She had promised to do better. Neighbors had reported seeing her drive away with a man, presumably her new boyfriend, a few weeks ago, and the car hadn't come back. She'd been sent here again. Dorothy sighed. She checked her hair and makeup in the mirror, frowned, reached into her handbag and quickly reapplied her dark red lipstick. She hoped the kids weren't too neglected. She opened the door and got out of the car, fetched her briefcase, straightened her skirt, and walked to the door, dreading the next hour with each step. She rang the doorbell, and was surprised when it worked. After a moment, the door opened. Before Dorothy had known what had happened, Amanda had gently shaken her hand, invited her in, taken her jacket and escorted her through to the living room. The house looked, and smelled, fantastic. Spotlessly clean, with a different arrangement of chairs since the last time she had been there. The curtains were open too, and the room felt bright and welcoming. A vase of fresh flowers had pride of place on the mantelpiece. "Tea?" Mandy asked, "or coffee?" A cafetiere of coffee and a silver teapot sat on the coffee table, next to two mugs and a selection of low- fat biscuits. She watched Mandy walk to one on the sofas, and sit, crossing her long legs at the knee. She looked to Dorothy every inch the professional woman. Her dress was beautiful: black and white with horizontal bands that circled her slim body, slightly stretched over her hips then stopped just above the knee. It clung to her figure, but made her look elegant, not cheap. She wore opaque black pantyhose and little black ankle length boots to complete the look. Her makeup was heavy, she noted, but beautifully done. Again, elegant, not cheap. The last time she had been here she had thought Amanda pretty, but she had changed her mind: she was beautiful. "Coffee, please," Dorothy said, sitting on the opposite sofa and smoothing her wool skirt under her. Mandy had smiled; a genuine smile Dorothy saw came from her eyes, and poured the coffee. It was then she realised that a little girl ? Emma, she remembered ? was playing quietly on the floor with her dolls. "Emma, darling," Mandy said once she had given Dorothy her coffee. "This nice lady is Mrs. Parkinson. Can you say hello?" "Hello," the little girl said. "Hello", Dorothy replied, greatly encouraged by all of this. "Before we start, I have to say," Mandy smoothly uncrossed her legs and sat forward, "have you lost a little bit of weight? You look great." "Oh, thank you," Dorothy preened, "I have to tell you, I've been on this great diet, not that you need it of course, but..." It was dark when the care worker left the house. The one-hour visit had taken up all the afternoon, as the two women had talked, sharing stories and becoming fast friends. She had been so easy to talk to, so friendly and delightful, Dorothy had thought as she drove away. Such a difference from the last time, she thought. She had really gotten her act together, and was fantastic with the little one: very patient and loving. She realized she hadn't seen the boy, but when the conversation had turned to him, Amanda spoke of him with warmth and affection. There was the job issue of course, but she understood and sympathized with Amanda: it was difficult to get something with good childcare facilities as a single Mom. As Mandy had shown her around the garden, and shown her the newly planted rose bushes, Dorothy had been unable to help herself, and had told her about the administrator's position in their office. It was just part time, three days a week, but there was a cr?che and, when for Emma was older, an after-school club. Mandy had just thrown her arms around her then and squeezed her, she was so grateful! It was subject to an interview, of course, Dorothy had said. They had arranged to meet for coffee early next week. What a delightful young woman, she thought. Such a change. Mandy closed her front door, giving the care worker a friendly wave as she drove away. She looked in on Emma who had been so good in her pretty dress. She was asleep in her chair, the excitement of the day too much for her. Mandy checked her watch. She'd have to wake her soon or she'd have trouble sleeping tonight, but she would leave her a little while longer. She'd had her bath this morning. Calmly, she walked up the stairs and into her bedroom, turning on the light as she entered. She stopped in front of the large mirrored wardrobe doors and regarded herself critically, smoothing down the front of her dress and turning to see her backside. She would call Zoe soon and tell her what had happened. It had gone so well! The woman smiled and kicked off her heels before padding into her en suite bathroom and closing the door. She started trembling almost immediately, finally allowing the adrenaline coursing through her veins to affect her. Within seconds she had pulled the hem of her dress up over her hips and pulled down her pantyhose. The flesh-colored girdle had kept its feminine shape, the front panel completely smooth. She could bare it no longer, and tugged it down furiously, her hips and buttocks coming with it. Her erect cock sprang free and she stroked it aggressively, cumming within seconds as she moaned in her mother's voice. "I'm Amanda Scott," she said, cleaning herself and pulling her girdle back into place. ***** "Amanda. Happy Mother's Day!" John opened the door to his house and welcomed his guests. "And hello to you too Emma," he said, bending down. "Don't you look pretty?" "What do you say?" Mandy reminded her daughter as she blushed furiously. "Thank you," Emma said in a small voice. "Jack's out in the back playing if you want to join him?" he asked, and the little girl sprinted away, blonde pigtails bouncing. "Thank you for having us, it's lovely to see you," Mandy maneuvered the cake she was holding out of the way and leant in to kiss John on the cheek. "Can I put this somewhere?" she asked. "Of course, come with me," John took the cake from her hands and went into the house leaving Mandy to close the door behind her. She took a deep breath and followed the man into his home, sliding her oversized sunglasses up over her fringe. His house was much larger than hers, and much better furnished. Her sandals sank into the carpet as she walked. John led her into the kitchen, at the back of the house, which opened onto a large open glass wall. The room was very neat, but smelled fantastic and the background hum of an oven caused her to stop and peer inside. Lunch was gently roasting. The only chaos in the room was the fridge, which was covered in crayon and paint drawings, held in place with a variety of fridge magnets. John had laid the cake on top of the breakfast bar and was looking at her when she turned. "There's something different about you," he said finally. "There is?" she asked playfully, crossing her bare arms under her bust. "Have you changed your hair?" he asked, his eyes never leaving hers. "That's it," she replied with a smile. "How nice of you to notice. How are you John?" "I'm really good, thanks Amanda. The sun is shining, everyone's healthy, I'm getting to cook and I have two beautiful women to share my lunch with." "Oh, are they coming soon? Emma and I can go," she teased. She had never seen John out of a suit before, and she had to admit he looked just as good in the linen trousers and light cotton striped shirt he wore now. He was in good shape, with strong shoulders, clearly defined biceps and only a little tummy. He had, she knew from past glances, a cute ass too. "Do you need a hand with anything?" "No, thank you, believe it or not it's all in hand. Drink? A little glass of wine?" "I'd love one thank you." As John opened the fridge and poured the chilled white wine, Mandy looked out to the large garden, where the two children were running excitedly from a playhouse to a large inflatable pool, filled with water. Next to the patio doors, a large table with four chairs had been laid. "I thought we'd eat outside, since it's such a beautiful day," John reached round behind Mandy and handed her the chilled glass. His aftershave filled her nostrils as she turned to face him. "That sounds wonderful, thank you so much for inviting us John, it's really great to see you." "It's really great to see you too. We've been bumping into each other for, what, 2 years? Our kids are the best of friends. We're both single parents. It's criminal we don't know each other better." He raised his glass and clinked it against hers. "Here's to getting to know you." "Cheers," Mandy smiled, taking a sip of her wine. "Mommy, they've got a pool!" Breathlessly, Emma burst into the kitchen, with Jack not far behind. "Come and see!" Laughing, Mandy took the little girl's hand and followed her into the garden. "Can I play in the pool?" Emma asked. "Please!" "Maybe after lunch darling," her mother replied, catching John's eye as she did so. "You sure can Emma. I think we could all have a play in the pool," John said. ***** The contents of the suitcase were spread over the bed in little piles: T-shirts by the pillow, skirts in the middle, shorts at the foot. Mandy looked into the case at what was left: two bikini sets and three swimsuits. The bikinis were pretty but completely out of the question. She took one of the suits - white, with a square-cut top and a low back and a medium leg - and examined it. This might work. Quickly, she unzipped her dress and carefully laid it on the bed next to Emma's tiny clothes, followed by her white lace Wonderbra and matching high leg panties. She stepped into the swimsuit and pulled it up her smooth legs, wriggling it over her padded hips and bum and tugged it up under her new larger breasts. She fed her slim arms through the thick lycra straps and pulled the suit over her boobs. She continued to fuss and pull at as she tried to get comfortable in the tight garment. Eventually satisfied she ran her hands down her front, smoothing out any bunches in the thick fabric. It wasn't going to work: The lacy bands at the bottom of the girdle were visible circling her thighs, and this was the suit with the lowest leg. Outside, she heard Emma and Jack giggling and splashing in the sun. She sat down heavily on the bed and sniffed, determined not to cry. Lunch had been wonderful ? the children in good spirits and well behaved, the food delicious. Mandy had sat opposite John at the square picnic table, their children on either side. They had talked about the children's school, how lucky they were to have an excellent teacher and the children's after-school activities: ballet for Emma, judo for Jack. John was a pretty good cook, Mandy decided as she daintily ate her roast chicken salad, but he was a great dad. He knew about and encouraged all of Jack's endeavors, suggesting extending activities when he was keen and letting him drop things he didn't want to do. John had accidentally touched Mandy a couple of times, and Mandy had purposely let him. They had both reached for the bottle of water for the children at the same time, and rather than quickly pull away flustered, as she normally would, Mandy let his fingers rest on hers for a moment. She had blushed then, but it had been hidden by her mask and makeup. The second time had made her quite giddy. She had cleared the table and was walking through to the kitchen, her hands full, when she caught one of her red sandals on the patio. It had come off, and John had picked it up, crouched down and, with a wink to Emma, had asked if this was Milady's shoe? Mandy had giggled and stuck out her foot, wiggling her pink painted toes. John had taken her calf in one hand and gently slid her foot into the sandal, stroking her leg with his thumb as he did. Mandy had almost dropped the plates. Of course, the moment lunch was over, the children wanted to play in the pool. Jack had ran upstairs to get into his trunks before the parents could talk about it, and so Mandy had just shrugged and asked Emma if she didn't mind playing in her panties. The little girl had thought about it for a moment, her brow furrowing, and had decided no, she didn't mind, and so Mandy had taken her away to John's bedroom to take off her red skirt and matching top. Once stripped, the little girl had bounded away with excitement. Mandy carefully folded her clothes and laid them on the bed before noticing the small picture frame on the bedside table. She picked it up, and saw two happy, smiling people: John and, she presumed, his wife. She was beautiful, slender and blonde with large eyes and a face full of love. Swallowing, she set the picture down and went out to the garden where both kids were splashing and giggling. "Looks fun, doesn't it?" John had asked, as the two parents stood together and watched the mayhem. "Yeah, it looks great. I haven't played in a wading pool for ages," Mandy said. "And it's so hot. They've got the right idea." John was silent a moment, before saying "Come on!" and whisking Mandy away, ignoring her objections as he led her back up the stairs to his room. John left had standing there as he went into his walk-in wardrobe and after a few minutes rummaging returned with an old suitcase. "These were Suzy's clothes," John explained, opening the case. "Yes, thought so. There are some summer clothes in here. Why don't you see if anything fits and I'll go and get changed in the bathroom." John opened a drawer and took out a pair of black swimming shorts. "That is," he added with a smile," unless you want to play in your panties too." Mandy gasped in mock indignation. "Maybe later," she said flirtatiously, surprised at herself. They had stood there, looking at each other for a moment, both smiling. John had taken a step towards her, and she knew he meant to kiss her. She wanted him to kiss her. At that moment, their two children yelled "Mommy!" and "Dad!" from outside. "Coming!" John had shouted out the open window. "Keep your pants on!" He had winked then as the children giggled and left the room, with Mandy standing in the center with an old suitcase. Mandy took a deep breath, got off the bed and looked around the room. Typically for a man he didn't have a full length mirror, or any mirror at all. She had seen a large one in the hall and one in the bathroom. She needed to see what she looked like in the suit, and if her makeup was damaged, but she didn't want to leave the room on the chance he might see her like this. She didn't know what "like this" was. She folded her arms under her chest and looked around the room again. She had an idea. She tore through the pile of shorts and found a pair that looked like that went to mid thigh. They were white, and slightly elasticated. Thrilled, she quickly stepped into them and wriggled them over her round bum. They were tight, but longer than her girdle. Mandy almost squealed with excitement. From outside, she heard John roar and a big splash followed by two screams. She was safe; she could try and get to the bathroom. Mandy carefully opened the door and snuck round it, and padded quickly into the bathroom. She ran over to the shaving mirror and checked her face. She breathed a sigh of relief ? nothing serious. She wet a wad of tissue paper and dabbed at her blurry mascara, repairing most of the damage. She still couldn't see her whole body, but remembered the large mirror in the hall downstairs. Confident that at least she was hiding her foundation garment, she softly padded down the carpeted stairs towards the mirror. Comforted by the noises drifting through the house, she made a break for it, and crossed the hall to stand in front of the large oak-framed looking glass. It was too small, that was for sure. It clung to her figure like a second skin, taut across her small belly. It was so tight across the bust it made her boobs look much bigger, and the tops of her breasts spilled out over the neckline. "I have porno tits," she said to herself, turning this way and that to see herself better. "Oh I wouldn't say that," John said from down the hall, leaning against the doorframe, and dripping on the wooden floor. He was wearing just the swim shorts, and a playful smile. "But I'd have to check more thoroughly. You look amazing Amanda. Now, come and play." He walked over and grabbed her by the wrist and led her back out to the garden. The children screamed excitedly when they saw their parents. John let go Mandy's hand and ran up to the large inflatable pool before pretending to dive in, slipping and falling in headfirst. Mandy joined Jack and Emma in giggling as she approached the edge, and swung one foot and then the other over the high edge of the pool. The water wasn't as cold as she expected, and it was a welcome relief from the heat of the afternoon sun. She picked up a passing inflatable ball and tossed it at John, who was now lying on the bottom of the pool, the water covering his body as his son climbed over him. Suddenly Mandy felt a splash of water hit her on her back. She looked round to see Emma grinning. She bent down to splash her back, but at that moment slipped on the slick rubber bottom and landed heavily on her backside, soaking her shorts and the bottom of the suit. Giggling, she leant back into the cool water and let it flow around and over her as laughter filled her ears. ***** "Forgive me for saying, but I think that's the most fun you've had in a while." John lay back in his sun lounger and turned his head towards Mandy. "Off you go!" Mandy patted her little girl and sent her on her way, a fresh film of sunscreen applied. She squeezed the bottle and set about covering her legs. "I'm a grown-up," she said eventually. "We don't get to have fun." "Oh nonsense. I'm still a big kid," he replied, watching her carefully. "Need a hand?" "You could do my back. I don't want to burn. If you don't mind?" "No problem, flip over." Mandy finished working the sunblock into her legs and turned over to lie flat on her stomach. She reached behind her and pulled her hair off to one side. John got up with a grunt and sat on the edge of his lounger. She felt the coolness of the cream on her lower back, just above the bottom of the swimsuit. His hands were gentle as they moved up her back, as much caressing her as applying the sun cream. He carefully worked it into her flesh, starting at her spine and pressing down and to the sides of her back, and under the hem of her suit. As he moved up her back to her shoulders she began to feel an uncomfortable tightness in her girdle. His strong hands reached her neck, and massaged it gently as he rubbed her shoulders and slipped the straps of the suit down. She took a deep breath and held it, tensing her shoulders under his slippery fingers. When he stopped, she exhaled, moaning quietly. "That was nice," she said, turning her head towards him. "I think you'd do a killer massage." "My pleasure," he replied, wiping the excess cream from his hands on his thighs. "I can do your front later if you'll let me," he added with a smirk. Mandy flailed at him lazily, and smacked him gently on the leg. He laughed and lay down on his own lounger, turning his head to face hers. "So, anyway, what's this about not having any fun? That doesn't sound good." "Emma and I have fun," she protested. "We play together, paint and draw, and do crafts. She's got a lovely doll's house we play with too." "Jack and I play together too, but that's not grown-up fun. Sure I spoil him 'cause his Mom's