Yes

"Okay M-Mom...I'll cooperate" you said hesitantly. At this point you felt that you had little choice but to do what she asked. You had never seen this side of your mother before, but if she had actually orchestrated everything that had happened to you over the last few days, you couldn't be sure what she was capable of. She had also not hesitated to strike your ass with a leather paddle for answering a single question incorrectly.

Although you were scared, on some level you felt relived that your mother was here. You did not know Cindy or Silvia, but you had known your mother your whole life, and she had always been good to you, making sure to do what was best for you, even if you didn't understand it at the time.

"That makes me very happy to hear baby girl. I know you are scared, but everything will make sense soon enough." Lisa said. She did honestly seem to be happy to hear that you were willing to cooperate.

"You two can turn in for the night" Lisa said, speaking to Sylvia and Cindy. "I should be able to handle things from here.

"Yes, ma'am" they replied, leaving the room by the small metal doorway and beginning the walk towards the fallout shelter's large exterior door.

Now it was just the two of you in this room full of frightening and unfamiliar things, her clothed and standing over you, you nude and bound in a **** position.

"Let me get you off that horse sweetie" your mother said, beginning to work on your restraints. "Just don't try anything, okay? I'm giving you a chance here, so don't make me regret it". The tone your mother used made you feel like you were a little boy again, or maybe a little girl.

Your mother released your ankle and wrist bindings from their attachment points on the horse and helped you stand up. She then undid the buckles on the leather restraints themselves and carefully removed them, leaving them sitting on top of the horse's top surface. Lastly she did the same to your collar, however this she placed in her purse which was sitting on a table near the room's entrance. Now completely nude, your mother wrapped one arm around your shoulders and guided you out into the hallway.

Turning left away from the tunnel which lead outside, you were led to an adjacent room further inside the underground shelter.

"I've laid out some clothes for you on the bed, go ahead and put those on while I wait out here, okay?" your mother asked as she opened the door, urging you to enter.

As you enter the room, your mother shuts the door behind you. Like the rest of the underground bunker, the walls, floors, and ceiling are concrete, with an industrial lighting fixture overhead. However this room has been fully outfitted with furniture, most notable a large Queen or King-sized bed against the far wall, complete with pillows, duvet, and comforter, all in white. The bed is flanked by a pair of small tables each with a lamp. Against the left and right walls, respectively, sit a wooden dresser and a vanity with a small wooden bench and large mirror.

On the bed you see a set of white lingerie: a white lace push up bra, white panties adorned with little white bows, as well as a white garter belt and white stockings. A white silk slip dress is laid out adjacent to the lingerie, and a black pair of low open-toed heels.

You get to work putting everything on, to the best of your ability. It takes you quite some time to get everything figured out, but it feels good to be finally covering yourself after hours and hours of enforced nudity, even if these are the most feminine clothes you've ever seen in your life.

Finally finished dressing, you look at yourself in the vanity. You see a stunningly gorgeous girl looking back at you, dressed up a bit like a young woman on her wedding night. You are still coming to grips with your appearance, long hair, large breasts, and as well as the somewhat subtle changes to your lips, face, and hips which add to the effect.

Seeing the girl in the mirror has your pulse racing. Is it because you are attracted to this woman you see? Or is being dressed like a girl actually turning you on in and of itself?

Approaching the door carefully on your heels you call out softly through the door, "Okay, I'm ready".