The Black Dress

Pulling out the black dress, you lay it out neatly on the table sitting over your dresser. You pull the stockings and the matching underwear out laying them on top of the dress. Gripping the bottom of your night shirt, you slip it over your head and your small breasts tingle as they are exposed to open air. You run your hand along your nipple for a brief moment and then hook your thumbs inside your panties, sliding them off. Once they were removed you toss them on top of your night shirt and run a hand down your stomach, sending a tingle down your spine.

Delicately lifting the black lace underwear off the table, you quickly slip them on, adjusting the waistband and glancing back down at your bra. Taking the last few moments of bra-less freedom you run your hands up your sides and cup your breasts. You really wish you could be a little bit bigger, but alas, your mother kept all of those genes for herself.

Finally grabbing your bra, you fix it around your waist and clip it, before turning it and slipping the shoulder straps on, being sure to cup your breasts into the support and adjusting it for comfort. Taking the stockings, you carefully slip them up your legs, admiring how smooth they felt as you made sure they were skin tight.

Grabbing your black dress, you slip it over your head and adjust it by pulling down on the hem and making sure it wasn’t fitting strangely. You run your hands along the hem a second time and realize it is a bit shorter than you remember, but decide it’s much too late to change now and you grab your backpack and head downstairs.

Just as you arrive your mother seems to have been heading your way.

“It’s about time you decide to get up, sleepy head!” Your mother greeted you from the landing.

She was a tall woman with long brown hair that she always kept neatly in a low ponytail.

“Right, as you know today is a very special day. I guess all parents have to say goodbye to their children someday. I already told the Professor and he wants to see you at his lab today.” Your mother was smiling as she spoke, but you could see it in her eyes that she would be sad to see you go.

“Well, have fun and know that you can come back whenever you’d like!” She leaned forward and gave you a big hug, smashing her huge breasts into your face.

“Mmmfm.” You mumble between her breasts as she continued to squeeze you tightly. “Oh, right dear.” She mumbled, blushing as she let you go and attempted to straighten your dress out.

You give your mom a smile, “I love you, too.”

You wave as you step out the door and blink, letting your eyes adjust to your incredibly small town.