Mom and Daughter Exchange Outfits

Francine's Perspective:

I waited over near the dressing rooms for 10 minutes before I spotted Anne walking over with a smug look on her face.

"Oh, over here Anne! I got the perfect outfit for you that I think we both will love." I said

"Ok mom, whatever you say. You just have to promise to wear the entire outfit I picked out for you so I can see it." Anne retorted.

I reply, "Fine, fine quick lets switch shopping baskets, and no peaking till you get in the dressing room!"

We swap baskets and I head into the first changing room. I start slowly pulling everything out of the basket. This shirt is... interesting... Maybe leopard print is ironically in now? It's really not something I would really wear out in public. Hm and this bra is a little big, I am usually a C cup after having had Anne, but maybe I can make this work, I may need to stuff it. I'll just wear it until I can find a different bra.

I took a good look in the mirror as I undressed. I have done an okay job of keeping somewhat in shape after raising Anne as a single mother, but I wish I could have made it to the gym a couple more times a week. My breasts were just a little too deflated, and I didn't have too much of an ass after sitting so much working from home as a business consultant. My dark brown, almost black hair was showing some flecks of gray. The stress of managing our finances, my job, and Anne's education to finally get in a good college has really done a number on me all those years. Maybe I can finally get back out there after all those years? Maybe do more things for myself? Maybe finally start wearing make-up again? I shook myself out of my introspective stupor and started getting dressed.

I struggled to clip the bra on for a minute or two. Wow this must be some kind of push-up bra, but with a little too much of the push up component.

Little did Francine realize, there was nothing wrong with the bra. Over the minute she struggle to get the bra on, her breasts gradually built up fat. Becoming softer and pulled up, making her magnificent mammaries a sight to behold.

I finally clipped together after what felt like too much of a struggle. I cursed my genetics for somehow giving me these Double D's. I spent my whole life trying to contain these monstrosities and they just always get in my way. For some reason, I could never figure out how the rest of my family did not seem to struggle with the same expansive back-breaking assets I developed... Next, I grabbed the leopard print shirt. Surely this one had to be a joke, but Anne did say she wanted me try on everything at least. As I put the shirt over the top of my head I felt a scratching on my scalp. Man this shirt was tighter than I thought, I think it's pulling on my hair a bit. I finally got my head through after a again what felt like an one of the most exhausting dressing session ever. I pulled the rest of my voluminous dyed blonde hair through the rest of the shirt as well. I took a good look back in the mirror after finishing with the top half of the outfit. "You know, maybe Anne does know my style a little. I do tend to like the animal print." I took a closer look at my face and hair after the tight shirt had messed up my make-up. I did a little touch up re-applying my lipstick and fluffing my voluminous locks back in order. Oh man, were those my black roots showing some gray! I need to see my stylist soon and get them done. Maybe a little more platinum blonde next time to make sure I keep looking young.

I looked back at the basket and pulled out the next bottom half of the outfit. What are these blue... is that a bud light logo on a pair of boxers? No way did Anne think this goes with this outfit, this has to be a joke... Maybe she is just messing with me, but whatever, I swore I was going to be the fun mom today already and might as well carry through! God though, this probably belonged to some slobby patriarchial piece of shit man. Thankfully supposedly everything in the store is sterilized and cleaned with some fancy process this store keeps touting. I slipped on the gaudy piece of **** paraphanelia one leg at a time.

Francine was right, the boxer did previously belong to a less than upstanding, equality minded man. As Francine let the waistband settle, her vagina slowly zipped shut. Where her slit used to be, two testicles slowly pushed their way out. Producing enough testosterone that would double a pubescent teen's. Above, her clitoris began to engorge. Thickening and lengthening to a strong 8 inches.

I looked in the mirror and laughed at the preposterous piece of clothing.

Haha this is kind of fun! And you know what, a good drink does sound great right now! And wow, the top really does look good on me. I'm even making myself hard! Man I could totally jack off right now, but I don't want to keep Anne waiting. Alright time for these pants... I pulled them out the basket and slowly slipped them on. Hopefully these tight pants don't restrict my dick too much, but at least Anne knows I like to let my potential young cum-dumpsters what kind of weaponry I'm packing before we get to crazy. It's the anticipation of a fat dick that makes most stupid bimbos moist, and even the less stupid ones don't know what kind of things they're missing out on! As I finally got the pants all the way on, I felt a little tingly in my backside and took a good look at how they fit. All those days at the gyms have really paid off. Man the kardashians would be jealous of an ass this tight and big. And perfect, my rod is outlined just right, not noticeable enough to get me kicked out of any establishment, but just enough to let any hormonal slab of meat who is interested an idea of what kind of specimen they are dealing with.