New sandals.

Getting my mom to let go of an idea she finds good is a arduous task, one in which I rarely if ever succeed.

Many people will see me like this at brunch, a pair of shoes would at least pretend I'm wearing an edgy outfit rather than look like I'm bottomless with only one item on me.

With a bit of luck and if we do it fast Jessica might be slacking off in the backroom or sneaking out for a smoke as she often does, sparing me an encounter with her and upgrading my outfit at minimum cost to my modesty.

A though comes to me.

"Mom if we go to the mall, could we buy some new clothes?" I propose proud of my idea.

"No! You already are over your clothe allowance this month and your closets are full of clothes you never wear. We are only buying you a cheap pair of shoes to get served at the Egg Palace. You'll have shoes and a shirt so nobody can complain. That's the last I want to hear about it." She tells me ending this conversation before getting back in the car.

I follow her and after a short uneventful ride ( I look clothed once sitting in the car despite my bare ass on the car seats) we get to the mall.

As expected a Saturday morning it is crowded, the parking lot is overfilled and we park far away from the entrance.

I walk between the cars rather than in the alleys and we get to the doors without anyone noticing my attire, which can't be said of my mom parading, her huge boobs barely contained in her small nightie and turn heads as she walks in.

Smartly trying to keep her between me and most of the crowd to distract attention from me, we quickly manage to get to the entrance of the Scarlet Boot, its 'Best Shoestore of the county' label proudly exposed near the door.

One question remains.