1 week later

It had been a week since we decided on my cosplay. I had hoped by now my mom would have either forgotten about it and moved on or at the very least stopped 'trying to help', but in reality, she has gotten more and more into it. She has several reference pictures and dress blueprints downstairs in her work station and thus far has spent nearly all of her spare time down there working with loud music playing.

Through her instruction, I have shaved all over aside from my head. It took some time not only to build up the confidence but the skills required to get smooth in my more intimate places. I felt as though I would disappoint her in some major way if I gave up before she did so I did anything she asked for. On the plus side, she stopped asking me to take out the trash and other chores I had done previously. Though she replaced those with other more simple tasks such as helping her prepare dinner and folding laundry. All in all, not a bad trade. my skin was smoother and my hair was getting longer due to this strange shampoo she had given to me. I was starting to get a bit of hope that we might be able to pull this off.

I got a few comments about being shaved when I went to school, but I just waved them off. If they knew the real reason I'm sure that would be the end of my social life as I know it. I was getting some attention from a few female friends I had. They noted my hair along with my smoother skin. Being called cute every day by several women was certainly an added bonus to all this effort. My best friend, however, just didn't care. Not a single mention about it which was a nice change of pace. He was by far several levels more manly than I was and had the charisma to match. Definitely a great friend and an obvious extrovert that adopted me as an introvert friend. We talked a ton about his home life and his stresses. About how he was always struggling to find the right girl which was surprising to me, to say the least. If anything this guy should have a queue behind him waiting, but if there was one, we never saw it.

He used to talk about June, my sister, as being someone he was interested in. He was quite serious as he mourned with my family quite extensively. The whole process brought him closer to the point I consider him a brother of sorts and my mother considers him a second son. He has since come over for meals and the very rare occasion a sleepover which he jokes about hitting on my mom. We play games, eat junk food, and pass out. Truly someone I felt comfortable with.