You hold up the pink mini skirt, tiny white T-shirt, girlish underwear and a bra.
You also found a blond wig styled into pigtails.
"Mom! You can't be serious? I'll look like a Bimbo!"
She sighed and looked at you. "My coworkers know I often complain about my Child 'Sam' so I need you to look like the kind of daughter a mother would complain about... So here's Samantha's day to day outfit."
You sighed, this getting worse and worse.
Mom pulled into her Office parking garage and began turning you into her daughter.
Now dressed in a skirt and thong pulled up high, a large padded bra under a too tight T-shirt. Your new long blond hair styled with pigtails and ribbons.
Mom glued some press on nails to your fingers and helped you into your high heels.
"Umm I change my mind, I'm not doing this... I Can't go in there mom."
It's too late SAMANTHA, you can either follow me inside or stay out in this parking garage all day...
You looked around the dingy parking garage "Fuck... A minced behind your mother flipping your hair behind your shoulders.
The echoing of two sets of high heels sounded through the quiet parking garage.
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