Get dressed and go downstairs

You decide the best option is to get dressed in order to not raise any suspicion. You pull her lacy pink bra up to your mother's enourmous double D breasts and struggle with the clasp before giving up and going braless. You then find a discarded pair of yoga pants putting one leg in at a time and pulling them tight on the curves of her legs. You examine your work in the mirror for a while, running your hands up and down your mother's poorly dressed body when a wave of conflicting emotions hit you as your hand brushes past the mound between your legs. You begin rubbing it, making your new vagina damp to the touch before a crash downstairs snaps you out of your trance. Glancing one last time at the mirror, you decide to head downstairs. After a few steps you begin getting used to the swaying of your new breasts and the subtle movements of your hips, filling you with a new confidence in your situation.