You throw on the robe, struggling to get it fastened as your rush to answer the phone

Feeling a little shy you snatch up the dressing gown, whip the door open, and slide your arms into the robe as you dash outside. The tails of the gown fly behind you, making it difficult to close, and you give up fumbling with them in favor of snatching up the phone.

"Hello?" you ask.

A barrage bombards you as your mother berates you for hanging up on her. It takes a while for her to get it out of her system, and tempted as you are to simply put the phone down until she runs out of steam - you know Sue would have done that - you stand there dutifully.

Unfortunately, this leaves you fumbling to pull your robe shut, the phone tucked between ear and shoulder, shrouded by your straight blonde hair. Your hands grab the edges of the robe, pulling until it covers your breasts and the trimmed brown pubic hair below. You're just belting the robe when she gets to the point of the call.

"I need you to do an errand for me, honey," she says, all trace of anger suddenly gone. "There's a charity event that I completely forgot about and, well, I was supposed to get some food for it."

"Uh, okay..."

"I put a list on the table because I know you'd forget what to order otherwise."

"Mom, I'm not..." you start, then remember who you're mother's talking to. Yeah, Sue would forget without a note. You sigh, saying, "What am I getting?"

"Sausages," she says. "From the butcher down on Elm Street. I placed an order with them, thank God, and I need you to pick them up and deliver them."

"Do I have to? It's a gorgeous day out. I was thinking of..."

"Yes you have to," she snaps. "I made a promise."

"Well I didn't," you mutter, but as always she hears.

"Really, I thought I raised you to be charitable, to give to others when they're in need."

Sensing another lecture in the making you hastily agree, getting her off the phone with the promise that you'll take care of the sausages. It's not exactly how you wanted to spend the day in this gorgeous body, but it doesn't mean you can't have some fun.

As you drop the phone into your dressing gown's pocket you notice your neighbor, The Pervert, seems to have his telephoto lens camera out again. Thinking of your mom's words a devilish thought crosses your mind and you unbelt and remove the robe, careful to not lose the phone as you hold the gown in one hand. You do a turn before sauntering to the house.

"There. That was charitable, right mom?" you mutter, heading in to find something to wear.