Getting Dolled Up

Your mother's eyes sparkle with a warm, tender light as she gazes at you, her expression filled with affection. "Lets get you cleaned up" she says, turning to the bathroom. You crawl after her your knees padding softly on the cool tile floor. As you enter the bathroom, your mother turns on the faucet, and the sound of running water fills the room. She tests the temperature with her hand, then nods in satisfaction.

"Okay, sweetie get in," she says, her voice gentle and soothing. You crawl in and settle down in the bathtub, the warm water enveloping your skin like a soft caress. You sigh in contentment, feeling the warmth seep into your muscles. Your mother picks up a washcloth and begins to gently clean your skin, starting at your face and working her way down. You close your eyes, letting the warmth and gentle touch wash over you. The warm water washing away any remaining evidence of your earlier activities.

As she rinses the washcloth and wrings it out, you open your eyes to gaze up at her. Her expression is soft and loving, her eyes filled with a warm affection. She smiles down at you, her lips curving upwards in a gentle smile.

"All clean," she then instructs you to get out and get on the mat. You obey getting on your knees, hands to your side. Still dripping with water she wraps a warm towel around your body. She begins to gently pat you dry, starting at your shoulders and working her way down. You feel the softness of the towel and the warmth of her touch, and you can't help but let out a contented sigh.

As she finishes drying you off, she sits on a stool in front of you and begins to gently comb out your hair, working out any tangles or knots.

As she finishes combing out your hair, your mother sets the comb down on the counter and picks up a small makeup bag. She unzips it and pulls out a few select items, her eyes scanning your face as she decides where to start. She gently tilts your head back and begins to apply it, her touch soft and precise. Next, she picks up a small tube of lip gloss and applies a thin layer to your lips, the cool gel feeling soothing as it glides on. She finishes with applying eyeshadow and eyeliner.

With your makeup complete, your mother turns her attention back to your hair.

She gathers your hair into two ponytails, one on either side of your head. She gently teases out the strands, creating a soft, rounded shape that resembles floppy dog ears. You watch in the mirror as she works, fascinated by the transformation. As she secures the ponytails with small elastic bands, you can't help but giggle at your reflection. Your mother smiles, her eyes crinkling at the corners, and gives your nose a gentle tweak. She steps back to admire her handiwork, her gaze roaming over your face and hair.

Your mother's gaze lingers on your reflection for a moment, a look of satisfaction on her face, "Oh, I almost forgot," realization on her face. She quickly leaves, before returning with her hands behind her back. A hint of a smile plays on her lips as she reveals a small, delicate box from behind her back. She opens the box, and a soft, velvety interior is revealed, cradling a beautiful, shiny collar. The collar is made of a rich, dark leather, adorned with a small, silver nameplate that catches the light as she moves. Your mother's eyes sparkle with excitement as she gently takes the collar out of the box, and you can't help but feel a thrill of anticipation.

She carefully approaches you, the collar held gently in her hands, and you can see your name, "Amber", engraved on the nameplate in elegant, cursive script.

"I picked it up today" your father chimes in, now leaning in the doorway

Your mother moves quickly as she reaches out to fasten the collar around your neck. The leather is cool to the touch, but it quickly warms as it comes into contact with your skin.

As she fastens the collar, you can hear the soft click of the buckle, and you feel a sense of finality, as if you are now complete. Your mother steps back to admire her handiwork, her eyes roaming over the collar and your face, a look of satisfaction on her face.