Third Wheeling

"No, absolutely not Leslie, you are not seeing anybody dressed like that." My mother stared at me flatly with that "I'm-not-changing-my-mind" look she gets sometimes.

"Why not?" I asked with a pout. "This is just the way girls my age dress!" Well, that wasn't entirely true. Admittedly, most girls my age would have put on a bra.

And maybe some underwear.

My mom flicked her eyes down, taking in my booty shorts and crop-top. It was still kind of new to me to be able to wear something like this and not look ridiculous, and I wanted to milk my "ugly-duckening" for all I could. It's not like there was any particular reason...

Her expression softening, my mom sighed. "Shit, I forgot that he's coming back today, isn't he?" I did my best to keep my body from reacting with excitement as endorphins flooded my brain.

"Yeah, he's gonna come by in like, an hour. Please, mom? Just let it go for today?" I tried to keep myself from bouncing up and down as the thought of Max coming back through my door flashed into my mind. he'd been gone almost a full year, spending his freshman year of college doing god knows what. He was almost back, and I really needed to make an impression. Last time he'd seen me I'd been his goofy, dorky, nerdy, ugly friend. While he'd been gone I had finished my senior year and finally hit the growth spurt my mom had been promising me since I was twelve. I grew a bit taller, developed more muscle, my hips developed, I got an ass...

Oh yeah, and I finally got tits.

My entire high school experience had been defined by being the flat one, and then of fucking course RIGHT after Max leaves my tits come in. A nice, full, impressive set of C cups. They're a good shape, and on my small frame they look amazing. So why can't I show them off? It's not like I'm going naked or anything. Maybe my nipples are a little bit obvious, and maybe I could have eased up on the scissors and cut my top a little bit longer, but c'mon, underboob is EXACTLY the sort of thing that's gonna get Max's attention!

My mom cradled her head in her hands, mumbling something along the lines of "why did she have to get pretty...?" She looked at me with a face full of pity. "Leslie, I'm sorry, you just can't. It's... it's not decent. I know you want to impress Max --"

"W-what? Mooom, this has nothing to do with him--"

"-- But you can't go around practically naked. Why not go wear a nice dress? You look so good in those!"

I gagged a little, thinking of the baggy frumpy nothing dresses my mom was talking about. I had spent so long hiding my body in those things and their endless fabric. Never again. Now that I could actually be proud of my body it was all going to be tight, short, and sexy from now on.

"Mom! Mom. This is my CHANCE. My one moment to make him see me as a woman! I can't handle another year like the last one! Please?! You have to understand! Didn't you ever dress up for dad? You know, back when you weren't an old fogey?"

My mom laughed, and then paused, a wistful expression crossing her face. She was no doubt being assaulted by some old memory of Dad, back before... back before everything. Maybe when he would come home and squeeze us both tight, his "two girls in the whole world". Or probably even before that, when he and mom were "courting", as the old people put it. It had just been her and me for a long time now -- not that it was terrible or anything. She was a fantastic mom, and she could be so understanding and kind... I just really was hoping now was one of those times.

"Fine...." she muttered. I squealed and jumped for joy, my right boob almost reaching escape velocity from my shirt on the way back down. "But not in that." she said.

I wilted as I hit the ground. "But you said..."

"You can wear something a little bit more modest than that young lady," she said, grabbing my shoulders and ushering me into my room. "You can wear something a little more modest..." she paused, rustling through my closet before pulling out a new outfit "...and still be sexy." she said with a wink. "Besides, the last thing you want is to look like you're dressing up for him. You've got too like like you're always this way, and he just happens to see you. Effortlessly sexy, that's what you want."

I rushed over and hugged her. "Thank you so fucking much mom, you have no idea how much this means to me!!!" I pushed her out of the room so I could change, grabbing the outfit from her.

"Language Leslie, language!"

"Thanks mom!" I shouted as I closed the door.