Mom comes to the kitchen

Caitlyn's eyes widen in surprise, and she quickly adjusts the robe to cover herself more.

Your mother walks into the kitchen, and your eyes are drawn to her appearance. She's wearing a tank top and high-waisted shorts her hair pulled back in a bun.

Caitlyn notices that you are checking out their mother's appearance. She smirks and winks at you, then turns her attention to their mother. "Hey mom, you look great!" Caitlyn says, walking over to give their mother a hug.

Your mother looks down at Caitlyn, a smile on her face. "Thank you, sweetie. You look great too." Her eyes roam over Caitlyn's body, taking in her appearance. "That robe suits you well." mom smirks.

Caitlyn laughs and shakes her head.

"I didn't pack a robe in my suitcase, so I am borrowing yours" Cait responds.

Your mother looks at Caitlyn with a slight frown. "I'm not sure that's a good idea. I was planning on wearing that one tonight."

Caitlyn shrugs, the movement causing the robe to slip off her shoulder again. "No worries, mom. I'm sure you'll find another one to wear."

Your mother sighs and shakes her head. "Fine, but make sure you return it to the laundry basket after you're done."

Caitlyn nods and grins at you.

You imagine what it would be like to wear that lacy black robe, the cool fabric against your skin, the way it would cling to your curves. You picture yourself walking into the kitchen, the soft swish of the fabric as you move, the way it would highlight the contours of your body.

But then reality sets in, and you shake your head, pushing the thoughts away. You're not Caitlyn, and you can't just borrow her and mom's clothes, no matter how tempting the fantasy is.