Back at the house.

“What should I wear?” I thought, just as an even bigger question lapsed in my mind. “Will I even have anything to wear?”

I was momentarily horrified at the thought. I couldn’t really go in my old clothes could I? I mean, I guess I could, or maybe mom has some clothes I can ‘borrow’. Back at the house I began rummaging through mom’s stockpile for something that would be considered acceptable. I searched fruitlessly for what seemed to be an hour before I was caught by my mother.

“What are you doing in here?” she asked.

Without a real answer I stuttered a bit, I found myself squeezing my thighs together and rubbing my cheek while I thought.

“Well?” She questioned again, and again I paused.

“If you’re looking for clothes, I have some stashed for you.. I was kinda getting ready for this year.” She said as she moved into an enclosed portion of her closet and pulled out a set of smaller, almost shoebox sized containers and laid them out upon her bed.

“I’ll leave you to these.” She inquired as she turned around and left, leaving me with the odd containers. They were clothing boxes it seemed one with undergarments, another with jewelry, tops, bottoms, and so on. “What was mother thinking?!?” I asked as I prowled through the selection. It consisted of an assortment of very skimpy clothing; thongs, skirts, revealing tops and the like. After making my selection, I still have enough time for a crash course on make-up appliance that I’m sure mother will be more than happy to help me with; even if I do feel embarrassed to be like this around her.

After it’s all said and done I can’t help but to admire my look in the mirror. How sexy I look when it’s all pieced together, my short straight brunette hair grazing against the bottom of my chin. Those deep piercing blue eyes that are partly hidden by the occasional stray bang or two. Glancing over to the wall clock I gasp that it’s almost time and head for the door.

“Don’t forget your purse!” Mother screams at me.

“My purse..?” I ask myself as I notice it by the door and grab it and head for the door. “I wonder what care package mom has for me in there…” I ask in the direction of the purse.