Into the room, and a new disguise

Looking around the hallway, I saw some family portraits on the walls - the mother and daughter plus a man who I assumed was the father. With the photos to aid me I shifted my form again, this time into the shape of the mother.

With my new disguise, I cautiously pushed the door open and stepped quietly inwards. The blare of generic pop music was loud now and I saw the young woman lying face down on her bed, engrossed in a magazine. I found myself at the base of the bed and my eyes traveled hungrily up her long, slender tight clad legs to the hem of her skirt and then up to the tight outline of her young ass. A thin strip of pale skin was exposed below the bottom of her top, which clung tightly to her. Whilst her position hid the swell of her small tit, her bra was outlined clearly by the clinging material, one lacy black edge of a strap peeping out at her shoulder. Her soft, slightly curly hair fell in a spray across her other shoulder and back.

Despite being lost in admiration of her sexy form, and precious seconds having passed, I realised she had remained oblivious to my entry. I pondered how to proceed - I couldn't risk talking, but was pretty sure I could get to her before she made any noise, If I wanted.