Purse ---> Dog Collar

Guilt wars with anxiety in my heart. Why'd she have to drop by unannounced like this? Why would she be here? Is it the school? It's the school isn't it? She wasn't happy with my choice even before it turned into the world's most concentrated camgirl exhibition. Damn it, if I do go out there she's probably just going to bitch at me until she runs out of steam and leave. Again.

The guilt and anxiety turn ugly, and I focus on the phrase 'Purse.' I change it to 'Dog Collar.' Maybe if that's the case, then... she can look the part.

The camera feed flickers, and moves much closer. Mom's dress has opened up, exposing her upper back and shoulders. She's resting a hand in the curve of her hip now, and she is, indeed, wearing a black leather collar with metal studs in it. A ring hangs off the back for a leash and tags.

That's not as big of a change as I was expecting, but it did what I wrote at least. But... is that enough? My heart thumps loudly in my chest.

(mature woman, disappointed mother, average build, long purple hair, tidy ponytail, hands on her hips, long dress, mom clothes, dog collar, standing on the doorstep)