Daisy Dukes

After a quick shower, I squeezed into the small, white denim shorts and the red flannel that tied in front to leave nothing the imagination. Topped with a cowboy hat, I opted to forgo the knee high boots simply because I didn't really care for them and getting them off would take too long.

Satisfied with my innocent but sexy look, my tail betraying my excitement as it swayed back and forth, I casually entered the hallway. Sara was busy putting some towels in the closet pantry which a smirk, I greeted her in a stereotypical southern accent. "Gosh, Ma, don't you look mighty ridiculous in that get up?"

Sara was briefly taken aback by the get up and accent but quickly joined in, sporting a equally southern accent. "Yeah, Katey? And mind explaining why you've been looking at dirty magazines?"

I stopped in my tracks, feigning ignorance. "Why, Mother dearest, whatever do you mean? A pure innocent girl like myself had no need for such things."

She scoffed at this. "Innocent my ass. I'm talking about the ones under your mattress."

"Ummm...those are my friend Susie's?" I tried, my hands innocently behind me, my tail and the growing wet spot between my legs betraying me.

"Likely story. And now you've pissed yourself. You know what? Go stand beside your bed. I will be in in a moment," she ordered