"Lets go into Macy's first honey, there's a sweater there I like too" my mother suggested once you were in the mall, walking through the crowd. To say I felt self-conscious would be an understatement, my shapely butt clad in a pair of skinny jeans and the clonking of my high heels boots on the floor made several people look in my direction, mostly guys, which I found kinda discussing. The reality shaping powers of the remote never failed to impress me.
"Okay, sounds good mom" I replied with a nod, and we went into Macy's.
"Good morning, can I be of any assistance to you?" a peppy blonde shop assistant named Kelly (age 22) smiled as she approached us. The young woman was smartly dressed in a red blouse (with name tag), a black pencil skirt, tan pantyhose and black leather pumps. Had I still had my penis at that moment... it would have sprung into an erection immediately.
"Um... yeah... er... mom?" I stuttered, suddenly lost for words.
My mother stepped in and 'rescued' me. "We're just looking for now, we'll definitely come to you if we need help honey, thank you!" she told the assistant.
"Okay, no problem!" Kelly nodded, smiling. As she turned I admired her ass, even though my new one was just as shapely. In fact if anything my hips wiggled a little more than hers did.
I slipped the remote into my jeans pocket, then I took another look at the feminine legs. Rocking on my heeled boots, I then shook my head and rubbed my flat crotch. I was startled when my mother snapped me back to reality. "Michelle, really?" she berated me. "I taught you better than to feel yourself up in public didn't I?" she said.
"Huh, I guess so!" I shrugged, taking my hand away from my covered vagina. Then it crossed my mind that my lower body was now at 10 or more years older than the rest of my body, which wasn't perfect.
"Here, how about this skirt, that would really show off those gorgeous legs of yours" my mom suddenly said, holding a white skirt up to my waist. "There's the changing room, go and try it on, and here take this black one too, that'll go well with your black jacket for that job interview you have next week" she said, passing me a second skirt.
Anxious as this was the first time I had actually put on a dress, I stepped into the changing room and shut the door behind me. Setting the skirts aside, I took a deep breath and started pulling my blue jeans off. I nearly tripped while sliding out of the jeans. In a hurry, I'd gone about peeling them off without pulling my ankle boots off. Between being off-balance on their short heels, and the cuffs of my jeans getting hung up on them, I came perilously close to slamming into the changing room wall. Fortunately, I was able to keep my bearings and pulled the jeans off with a little effort and swearing.
"You ok in there Michelle?" Mom asked
"Yea, just give me a sec" I replied.
Sliding the dainty garment up and fastening it's clasp, I was immediately taken aback by the sensations it produced in me. The chill of the room's air on my legs; legs that felt incredibly exposed with my ankle boots and the hem of the short skirt falling fairly high on my new thighs providing very little in the way of coverage.
Looking down, I had to admit that my new legs looked fantastic in the skirt. The fabric was just tight enough on the hips to make them and the curve of my new ass look their best. Despite feeling exposed, I found myself admiring the smooth, gorgeous female legs I now found myself prancing about on. If I'd seen them from another vantage point, I'd have been tempted to let out a wolf-whistle.
My self-reflection came to an abrupt end when my Mother shouted from outside again. "Well, how does it look?!?!" Taking a deep breath, I strode out into the store on my long, lovely, legs.
"Oh my, that skirt looks amazing on you. You really have the legs to carry it off" the store assistant, Kelly, gasped as she stood beside my mom. "I have to admit I'm a little jealous, even my legs aren't that good" she chuckled.
"I really like that skirt sweetie, you have to have it. I'll buy it you. Now we need to get you some pumps to go with it" my mother said, gesturing down to my comfortable ankle boots.
"What's wrong with these?" I said, as I put a foot forward and tipped it to one side.
My mom just stared at me a moment. "Nothing, if you're wearing a pair of jeans or pants. But a skirt like that needs a pair of nice heels to go with it" she responded, getting a nod of agreement from Kelly the store assistant.
I knew it was a waste of time arguing with my mom when she set her mind on something. Ugh... fine!" I sighed, rolling my eyes.
"I think I know the perfect pair" Kelly said, scurrying off to the shoe department and returning moments later. She was holding a pair of black suede, 4-inch stiletto heeled sandals with ankle straps. The very sight of them caused my eyes to bug out.
"I can't walk in those things!" I exclaimed, shaking my head.
My mother just stepped forward, passing the shoes to me. "Of course you can honey, here... put them on!" she told me, gently ushering me back into the changing room, where my jeans and the remote still were. Reluctantly, I did as she said, and after much fumbling about with the straps I tottered back out somewhat precariously on the heels.
"I think we have a matching set!" my mom nodded, clearly approving of my ensemble.
"Yes indeed!" Kelly smiled, nodding.
"Oooo...you'd look fantastic in those as well!!!" Mom practically cooed as I continued to model for her and Kelly, she rushed over to a nearby clothing rack and retrieved a pair of tiny, black, dress-shorts.
Kelly hopped up and looked at the microscopic garment my Mother was rushing towards me with. "Those are cute, aren't they? I've been thinking of picking up a pair for myself as well! But you legs are perfect for those"
After that Kelly left us we looked around some more before leaving. We got home around 3:30, so I went up to my room and waited for dinner to be ready by going through my closet.
Where will this story go next?
