"... I looked even younger!"
Jon groaned, as he helplessly watched as his mother transformed further.
First, the fuzzy sweater and the pleated skirt magically merged into one piece -- an electric pink party dress, covered with ruffles and lace. A wide ribbon circled her tiny waist, pulled tight and tied-up in a gigantic bow in the back. The top part of the dress fit snugly, clinging to her more-than-ample breasts, but the over-all effect was softened somewhat by the very high collar, which was trimmed with delicate lace. Her creamy shoulders were visible through the filmy, puffy short sleeves, which were drawn together with tiny, cute ribbons.
Crinolines appeared, poofing the tiny skirt upwards and outwards, exposing her perfectly long and shapely legs, now adorned with silky thigh-high stockings, and decorated with more lace and ribbons. Her shoes were now shiny black Mary Janes, polished to such a sheen that her lacy panties were easily evident in their reflection.
Her blonde hair deepened to the golden color of the sunset and became even more wavy and bouncy. The single ponytail had divided itself into two perfect pigtails, held in place high on her head with two very large pink bows. Most of her makeup had disappeared, except for a subtle swash of light blue on her eyelids. Her cheeks had the natural rosy glow of youth. Her lips were definitely kissable.
Jon snapped himself out of it. "What am I thinking?... She's my MOTHER!" he thought. He started slapping himself on the head, hoping that this was all just a hallucination.
It wasn't. His mom was still standing there, absently playing with her hair-- a gorgeous 19-year-old, dressed up like a little girl. A HOT little girl.
He slapped himself again -- hard! So hard that he knocked himself over.
"Oh! Are you all right?" Teen Babe Mom rushed to his aid, helped him to his feet, and hugged him tightly. She even FELT cute, he thought.
Then he caught a whiff of her perfume and he was totally undone.
She smelled like pink bubble gum. The good stuff.
Then he realized that she was still holding the rock. "Can I see that?" Jon asked her.
"Sure!" She giggled, smiled sweetly and handed it over.
Jon clutched it tightly. "I wish..."
