The Clothes Make the Woman, the Clothes Make the Girl

Chapter 2
the saga continues

the saga continues

Well that had to be about the longest 1 1/2 mile drive in my life! I guess to inexplicably age from a teen to an adult is one thing, that certainly carries no gurantees as far as driving is concerned. We made it to the pool alive, and for that I was grateful. "That wasn’t so bad, now was it kiddo? I thought it was kinda fun!"

"I think we should have ridden our bikes here instead! That would have been safer. At least we didn’t get killed!" And with that I stuck my tongue out at Steph. We found a place to sun ourselves, and I could tell Steph was loving this. After all, she had a beautiful taught body, and really filled out her (i mean my) top. Guys were really eyeing her, and she flirted with them every chance she got. I got a lot of attention too, from the high school crowd. I met some cool guys, flirted with them (its easy to make the young ones hard, all you have to do is look at them!). One of them asked me out but I wasn’t quite ready for that, inside I was after all 39 and these guys were kids. Or so it seemed at the time. I stayed in the pool a lot, I always liked to swim. After I did a bunch of laps I got out and started drying off. Steph was looking at me.

"You’re a really cute girl Cindy, did you know that?" What a sweet thing to say.

"Thanks mom. I think you’re beautiful. You look like a model." I really did love my daughter, even if she was older than me now.

"Maybe we should get going home, its nearly dinner time. I guess I have to cook cause I’m the mother, but I bet I don’t do that even as well as I drive, so..."

"So its pizza tonight! Kewl!" I was more excited about pizza than I should have been. Oh well. I got on my shorts and top, and we went to the car. We made it home it one piece. I think mom was starting to get the hang of this driving thing. I threw my wet things on the floor and jumped in the shower. The hot water felt really good. I stayed in a long time, and finanally heard knocking on the door.

"Cmon Cindy, we only have one shower you know! Its my turn."

"I’m almost done mom," and I turned off the water and put on a robe. She was standing at the door as I opened it.

"And could you please put away your stuff? You left your wet things on the floor."

I gave her a face and picked up my clothes. Since when is she so bossy? This was really going to her head. I went to my room and started to dress. I picked out some hanes her way panties and shorts, and tried looking for a bra that would fit. I guess I was about an A-cup and they all seemed kinda big. Then I stopped. I was in Steph’s room, not mine! But it felt so natural somehow, and the boy posters seemed so right. I looked in the mirror and sighed. I was 14 after all. I tried on the bra mom (I mean Steph!) gave me before but it was still a little too roomy. I put on a tank top over that.

"Pizza’s here!" Steph called. Can you get it Cindy, I’m still in the shower.

"OK mom,"I called back. I got some money from my bag and went to the door. I was taken aback when I opened it.

"Its $11.60," the pizzaguy said. I was dumbfounded. He was so cute! He had dark hair and was like 6’ tall and looked like he had a great body. I guessed he was like 18 or so and I got so tongue tied I didn’t know what to do! I fumbled to count out the money and dropped some, and oh gawd I must have looked like the biggest dork in the world! "Here, you take this," he gave me the pizza, and he helped pick up the money. I was holding the pizza in one hand and and trying to help with the other when he said "Uh, why don’t you put that down on the table?" He smiled at me and it was such a cute smile!

"Oh yeah, like duh!..." I was really nervous around him, and really excited too. He counted out the money. "You have to take a tip!" He smiled at me and took an extra dollar and handed the rest back to me.

"I haven’t seen you around here before," he said.

"We just moved in. My name is Cindy," and I blushed.

"I’m Justin. So do you go to Central?" He thought I was in his high school. Think, girl, think!

"I go to G-town Academy," the private girl’s school my daughter goes too. Good save!

"Thats cool, I know some girls from there. Hey, I was gonna hang at the mall tonight with my crew. Maybe I’ll see you there." He looked at his watch. "I get off at eight."

Wow, he was asking me out! He must think I was older! Like that was so cool. Guys never know. I can tell him I’m like 17 or something. Then I stopped. How in the heck was I going to get to the mall! I’m not getting in the car with mom, I mean Steph again. Not in the dark. Wait, I know how to drive...I think. Then I wasn’t sure if I did anymore. Better not try.

"That sounds great but the car is broken," I pouted.

"No problem, I’ll pick you up a little after 8, ok?"

"Sure! I’ll see you then Justin!" I gave him my biggest smile and he left. When I closed the door I was so happy I sort of danced around the room. Being a teen is cool! I love this!

Mom and me sat down to eat our pizza. She was in jeans and a plain white top. My clothes, or they used to be. "What do you think happened to us Steph?" I asked.

"I dunno kid, its like the Twilight Zone or something. I remember coming home from school, it seemed like a long time ago, and I had nothing to do so I went through your clothes and...

"And I put on your clothes..." and we looked at each other. "The clothes! But what the hell, they’re just clothes. And remember when I put on my bathing suit, it didn’t fit."

"Yeah. But its somehow tied with the clothes. We’ll figure it out, then we can go back to being normal," Steph said, kind of sadly.

"Um, yeah, normal. But not tonight, ok? I have a date!"

"A what? What are you talking about Cindy" Steph looked mad.

"The pizza guy! His name is Justin and he’s really, really cute! He’s going to pick me up at 8:00 and we’re gonna hang at the mall!" I was all smiles.

"And how old is this guy?" she looked critically at me.

"I didn’t ask but he goes to high school, I don’t know 17 or 18 I guess."

"Wow Cindy...I can’t believe you, what a hypocrite you are! Whe I was 14 you would not let me date. You said I was, hmm....what words am I looking for...c’mon, help me out kid. You said I was..."

"...too young," I replied.

"Yes, too young, that’s it! But all of the sudden when you’re 14 its ok to date, with an older guy no less. Is that right?"

"Um, yes..." she had me in a corner.

"Don’t you think then that you are too young to date?"

"No! Its different for me! And what are you anyway, my mother."

"Well, sort of. Yes. You need a mother Cindy. Maybe you used to be all grown up but now you look like a kid, act like a kid and are starting to think like a kid. Ok. If you really want to go to the mall with this boy, I guess its ok. But I’ll help you pick out your clothes, ok? I don’t want you looking slutty."

"Ok Ste...mom," Cool! I had a date!

After dinner i washed up in the bathroom. Steph picked out my clothes. She handed me a bra that looked like it would fit me better, pink shorts and a pink an white tee. She helped me on with the bra, which was a little tight at first, then it felt better. I put on the shorts and top and looked in the mirror....something was not right! Steph smiled at me and giggled a little. She got taller again.

"How old was I when you got me those clothes, Cindy? Do you remember?" she started to laugh.

"13," I said.

"You wish! Nope, I remember I was just about to turn 12. I guess that means you must be, lets see...

to be continued