you tried to argue for some more masculine clothes, even tomboy-ish but your mo- wife, wasn't having it.
We need to make sure you blend in and people don't ask question, a girl that looks like you with breasts like those isn't a tom-boy, so get used to it honey, now try on the dress your sister picked out for you.
you turn to Candice to see her smiling holding out a dress... you sadly take it and trudge into the changing room.
"Becky Honey, you need to try harder to look happy, girl's love shopping and what girl wouldn't love getting an entirely new wardrobe. Stand up straight, arch your back, really stick out your chest.
"Lisa..." You start...
"Eh eh eh, Becky, we can't have you calling me Lisa, It's Mom, Mommy or Mother from now on, just until we can find a way to fix this and get Walter out of our lives."
"Yes... mother, I'll try harder." you take the dress into the changing room and manage to figure out how to get it on.
The next hour is once again, modeling posing primping for your Mother and daug-...sisters... you sighed and reminded yourself of your new role in the family.
Candice decided you should wear the dress she'd picked out for you out of here, and you weren't allowed to argue
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why did it seem like, between you and your two sister... you were being dressed the most girlish... that didn't seem fair.
you stood at the exit of the shop.
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