It brings it all back

When Maddison awoke the next morning, it was with a combination of both excitement and trepidation. She knew the app worked. She had seen its effects the night before. She did not know, however, how/if she could get more AP, or even whether the change would last either overnight, or beyond twenty-four hours from the initial trade. As such, it was with a considerable amount of hope, and looming despair, that she turned to her phone and launched the app. Once more, she had the text boxes to input a name and relation, two open trade slots, the current point cost of zero and her current point total of 85. This was, she remembered, changed from last she saw. Either she gained fifty points overnight, or she had regained some of the spent points as the trade vanished.

The option below, however, assuaged this fear, as it let her open a chart, displaying what seemed to be all her current trades, along with a heading for the individual that they applied to. Maddison’s face relaxed as she saw this. Brow’s unfurrowing, lips curling, eyes softening. She rose from her bed, deciding to break her habit of scrolling her phone for an unhealthy amount of time on a weekend morning, instead dressing herself, and wandering out into the shared areas of the house, curious to see how far her mother had gone that day in her new slutty outfit.

Maddison found it mildly disappointing. Clearly, her understanding of what slutty clothing was, affected more than just what she determined her daughters to be wearing, but so to her own clothing style, influenced and manipulated by a seemingly magic app as it may be. Once again, as she had last night, Ashley had deigned not to wear socks, leaving her ankles exposed, her skirt, much like the pyjama bottoms, had been rolled at the waistline, though this time instead of further pulling down the skirt, she simply wore it slightly lower, rolling it to raise the hem to her mid-thigh. The top was clearly a size too small, pulling tight around her shoulders and exposing her midriff. Nor was there, Maddison noted, any visible deformation that would have arisen from squeezing a bra beneath such a tight top.

It was noting everything, together, that sparked some recognition that in fact, this was ever so slightly sluttier than she had worn last night. Not considerably, but for a mother that never showed neither ankles, nor knees, nor stomach, and ensured that as little of her figure was readily discernible? This was significant. She bore the usual pleasantries of her morning greeting with her mother, before sitting down for breakfast as she considered what this meant. Maddison felt that realistically, there existed two likely possibilities. The first: the app was actively escalating what her mother viewed as slutty. Not something that Maddison would turn down, but certainly something that she would be concerned about. She chose to play with the app for the control that it seemed to promise. Losing that control would not endear her to it.

The second, which she felt more likely, was that her mother was simply trying to come to terms with her new arrangement. She still felt that she was dressing modestly. Still went through the motions when getting dressed that her brain told her should result in her being sufficiently covered. Yet whenever she saw her reflection, or took note of her clothing as she looked down (which Maddison noticed happened an amusing number of times whilst preparing her own food) she would attempt to adjust, believe she was modestly clothed and return to her activities. Whereupon the cycle would continue. It was possible, came the thought, that she was simply so convinced that she was not a slut, that what she wore could not be slutty clothing. Hence the escalation.

Breakfast finished soon enough, and Maddison considered the rest of the day. Her younger sister would be returning from her camping trip, and would no doubt notice the difference in their mother’s outfit choice. The question was whether she could prevent that, or if she would rather encourage it, speed along this potential loop of convincing her that whatever she wore was not, in fact slutty. It was the second thought that won, sending tingles to all the right places, and with the fifty points that she had received overnight, she had more points that she could play with. She only had to consider what she wanted to do, and how far she wanted to go.

Seeing her mother so changed already, Maddison could not bring herself to walk away without doing something more. Without making another change. The cost this time, was significantly less than before. Further support, that she was on the right track with her previous assumptions about the fourth rule.

[u]Individual selected: Ashley Prescott
Relation: Mother[/u]
Bend legs when bending over
Straighten legs when bending over
This ActionTrade will cost: 11 AP
Current points: 85
Confirm?
Y / N

Maddison grinned as she rose to put her cereal bowl in the sink, knocking the spoon to the floor opposite her mother from her.

“Sorry mum. Could you…?” She cut the question short, her Ashley already reaching down and around to grasp the errant spoon, her skirt tightening and straining, providing actual definition that Maddison even yesterday would have never expected to witness from her mother. Ashley rose, her back breaching the curve of her arse like a whale breaching the surface after its own tail.

“Here,” Ashley said handing over the spoon, and by the expression on her face, Maddison could only assume she had been unable to keep hidden all of her emotions at the control that she had already been able to express, and the thought of more to come.

Current Points: 74