Long Dress ---> Wearing a Pet-Harness

My gaze roams a bit and I shake my head, blinking. Swallowing. Delaying. I dither a while. Maybe too long. The honest truth is... I kind of think this is hot, and I don't know how to feel about that. There's nothing that strange about a young man's mother going around town in a collar, right? Mom's always been like that, and some people give her a funny look for it but it's not that strange... right?

Something feels off about all this. I feel confused, and I don't know why.

I remember mom begging for attention like this all the time. She could never quite muster the backbone to speak up for herself so she'd just kind of... stare, pleadingly. When I became an adult and my tastes became clear, she'd lean forward a bit like she does now and try to draw my attention that way. Quite a needy woman, it's no surprise I'd end up a bit sexually stimulated after a lifetime of that kind of behavior but... but... why does that feel strange?

I feel a headache coming on, but I shake it off.

Alright, if you're going to be begging for my attention even now that I'm off in college, I'm going to help you dress the part a bit. I focus, and the words 'long-dress' shift in a haze. My headache pulses in time with my blood, and my mother's apparel changes in time.

Mom's collar grows looser, her hair just a bit messier, and her expression just a bit needier as she leans even further forward. The straps of her dress turn to leather as the bulk of it splits into a set of peculiar underwear reminiscent a bra and panties, except they both clip together at the front. As a result, her body is now almost totally exposed, and her nipples are clearly visible through the thin fabric of her "bra."

Her dress is now a harness, intended for wear by a large pet and modified for human use. The words I modified finished wavering, now reading "wearing a pet-harness."

I want to rub my eyes, but I'm frozen in time just like her. The headache is- gone. Putting Mom into her favorite harness eased a tension I didn't realize was there, the strange wrongness I'd felt at seeing her dressed like a "normal" human being fading now that she's in her usual outfit.

I was worried for a minute there; the phantom needles still prick at my temples, even. Still, I think I'm good to continue. But how to do so?

(submissive, mature woman, disappointed mother, average build, long purple hair, tidy ponytail, hands on her hips, wearing a pet-harness, mom clothes, dog collar, standing on the doorstep)

[AN: I might've wrote myself into something of a corner with Paul's level of hesitation earlier, and I didn't want to do the same 'accidental modification' thing I did in both timelines. Therefor: To justify this change, why not have Paul's own memory become suspect? This is, after all, his parent. It's not at all a stretch for changes to her to bounce back onto him to some degree, right?]