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You are walking to the car trying desperately to not to trip on the long green sun dress your your mother has lent you it's sleeves and skirt are comical on you. Being Embarrassed from wearing a dress is bad enough. But one that barley stays on is even worse. You get in the car with your mother and she begins driving to the mall. The car ride is uneventful however when you arrive the mall parking lot is packed with cars. You are definitely going to be seen like this. This realization brings a twinge or arousal to you. What's the point of this attractive body if no one sees it. You get out of the car while mentally kicking yourself for these literal cursed thoughts. You and your mother enter the mall with many peoples attention drawn to your unfit garb. Or at least you hope thats why they are staring.

"Alright, let's get you prettied up! First clothes, then the a manicure, and finally we get your hair done. Oooh, you are going to be so cute" your mom coos cheerfully as she pulls you along. Once you reach the clothing store, you begin to grow incredibly nervous of your mothers plans for you. Rightfully so, though at first she it doesn't seem so when she gets you plain white panties and bra. But after that she insistes on only skirts. Long ones, short ones, one of all colors.

"Mom! It's only for two days!" You protest.

"We hope." Your mother Cooley replies. As she begins having you try on blouses. By the end you have a wardrobe fit for a genuine girl. You end up walking out of the store wearing a knee length pink skirt, a white blouse with pink trim, and a pink purse you mother insisted matched the outfit. As she continues to drag you along ignoring all your protest, you begin to notice many men are looking at you. You begin to feel yourself moisten. Almost collapsing with arousal when you hear some of them saying how cute you look. Your cheeks flush with embarrassment. You never got this kind of attention as a man and even without the curses infuince you, you think about how you could get used to being seen in such a positive light.

"Mom, the curse is getting me... Bothered" you say trying to have some tack.

"Don't worry sweetheart. There will be no danger of anything happening at the salon. She ends up being right about that. but you come out of it with a manicure, a pedicure, pink nails on both your hands and feet. The topper to your mothers successful attempts to treat you like a doll is the pig tails hair style she gets the stylest to give you. Though the experience has not been completely unpleasant since you and your mother chat in a manner you haven't in years. Between the your almost narsistic attraction to your own female body and the attention the childish getup your mother has chosen for you Draws. your arousal is becoming not only hard to hide but to fight. Fortunately your going home now.