Head home and continue exploring Amanda's body in private

Luke, as Amanda, walked out of the lingerie boutique with a newfound confidence, the shopping bag swinging gently in his hand. He made his way through the mall, his heels clicking against the polished floor, drawing admiring glances from passersby. He could feel the power of his new form, the allure of his mother's body, and it was intoxicating.

He boarded the bus, the warm summer air blowing through the open windows, ruffling his hair. He sat down, crossing his legs, the fabric of his sundress riding up slightly to reveal a hint of thigh. He could feel the eyes on him, the appreciative stares, and it sent a thrill through him. He was desired, wanted, and it was a feeling he never wanted to end.

The bus ride home was a blur, his mind racing with the possibilities of what he could do with this new body, this new power. He walked up the driveway, his hips swaying gently, and let himself into the house. The house was quiet, his siblings still at school, his father at work. He had the place to himself.

He kicked off his heels, the cool tile floor a relief to his aching feet. He padded upstairs, his heart pounding with anticipation. He entered Amanda's bedroom, the scent of her perfume filling his nostrils, the soft, feminine decor surrounding him. He dumped the shopping bag on the bed, his eyes scanning the room, taking in the personal touches, the intimate details of his mother's life.

He walked over to the full-length mirror, his reflection staring back at him. He saw Amanda, her hourglass figure hugged by the yellow sundress, her full breasts stretching the fabric, her wide hips and ass giving her a sexy, curvaceous silhouette. He ran his hands over his body, marveling at the softness of his skin, the firmness of his flesh, the weight of his breasts. He was his mother, and the sensation was overwhelming.

He turned away from the mirror, his mind made up. He wanted to explore this body further, to experience every sensation, every pleasure. He grabbed the shopping bag, pulling out the lingerie he had purchased. He held up the black lace teddy, the red satin corset, and the sheer black pantyhose, his heart pounding with excitement.

He quickly stripped off the sundress, letting it fall to the floor. He stood there, naked except for his bra and panties, his body on full display. He could see the swell of his breasts, the curve of his hips, the neatly trimmed pubic hair, the soft, pink folds of his pussy. He was beautiful, desirable, and he wanted to explore every inch of this body.

He started with the black lace teddy, the fabric cool and soft against his skin. He stepped into it, pulling it up over his hips, adjusting the straps over his shoulders. The lace was sheer, leaving little to the imagination. He could see his nipples, dark and erect, through the fabric. He ran his hands over his body, feeling the lace against his skin, the way it hugged his curves, accentuated his assets.

He turned to the mirror, admiring his reflection. He looked sexy, sultry, like a woman who knew what she wanted and wasn't afraid to go after it. He could feel the heat building between his legs, the wetness soaking through the lace. He slipped a hand between his thighs, his fingers brushing against his clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through him.

He moaned softly, his body responding to his touch. He slipped a finger inside himself, feeling the tight, wet heat of his pussy. He moved his finger in and out, slowly at first, then faster, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. He could feel the pleasure building, the tension coiling in his belly, the heat spreading through his body.

He added a second finger, then a third, stretching himself open, feeling the slick, wet sounds of his fingers moving in and out of his pussy. He could smell the musky scent of his arousal, the sweet, tangy smell of his mother's body. He could taste it on his fingers, the salty, bitter taste of his own desire.

He rubbed his clit faster, his fingers moving in tight, quick circles, his breath coming in short, sharp pants. He could feel the pleasure building, the tension coiling tighter and tighter, until finally, it snapped, and he came with a cry, his body convulsing, his pussy clenching around his fingers, his mind blanking out in a wave of pure, white-hot pleasure.

He collapsed on the bed, his body limp and sated, his breath slowly returning to normal. He looked down at his body, his mother's body, glistening with sweat and flushed with pleasure. He had never felt anything like this before, never experienced such intense, all-consuming pleasure. And he knew, in that moment, that he wanted more.

He reached for the red satin corset, his fingers tracing the smooth, cool fabric. He wrapped it around his waist, pulling the strings tight, cinching in his waist, pushing up his breasts. He could feel the constriction, the way the corset hugged his body, molded his shape. He ran his hands over his curves, marveling at the transformation. He felt sexy, powerful, like a goddess.

He slipped on the sheer black pantyhose, the fabric smooth and silky against his skin. He rolled them up his legs, feeling the way they accentuated his calves, his thighs, his ass. He stood up, admiring his reflection in the mirror. He looked like a pin-up model, a sex symbol, a woman who oozed confidence and allure.

He turned, admiring the way the pantyhose hugged his ass, the way the corset cinched in his waist, the way his breasts spilled over the top, full and round and perfect. He could feel the heat building between his legs again, the wetness soaking through the pantyhose. He was ready for more, ready to explore this body further, ready to experience every pleasure it had to offer.

{What do you do next, Luke (as Amanda)?}

Option 1 - Explore more of Amanda's body, trying out different positions and sensations.

Option 2 - His father, James, enters the room.

Option 3 - Try on more of Amanda's clothes, exploring different outfits and styles.