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Recently my mother has been working on starting up her own business. She wants to make her own clothing store. It’s been quite a very work heavy experience for her, so I try to help whenever I can. One thing I admire about my mother is how optimistic she is when it comes to the job, throughout the process she’s been very positive. However today she was sat over the table distraught, her face alone told me that something was very wrong.

“What’s up mom, you seem stressed.” I said, with a concerned tone.

“Well In order to advertise the business I need to get models, but no one is willing to model for a unheard of business.” She replies, looking up from all of the paper work on the table.

“Well what can I do to help” I say

“Well nothing unless you know someone willing to-“ she cuts herself off and jumps up. Her face light up, fresh with an idea. She runs over to her room and starts rummaging through her closet. I follow confused and intrigued. She turns holding out a long brunette wig. It took me a second to put two and two together but before I said anything my mother speaks up.

“Listen I know I’m asking for a lot here but will you please do this for me and my business, this is my dream.” She says almost pouting

My mom has done a lot for me over the years, we haven’t had the best luck financially and if this really could change that then I guess I have no other choice. I reluctantly agree grabbing the soft wig from her hands. My mother squeals in joy.

“I’ve always wanted a daughter!” She exclaims.

“As long as it’s not too girly okay?” I say, almost regretting my decision.

My mother nods and directs me to the bathroom. She hands me a bottle of shampoo and tells me to use it only on my lower body and to scrub really well. As I get in the bath and start scrubbing she leaves. She tells me that she needs to get some equipment first. The bath was quite relaxing, I even decided to use some of my mothers other soaps and products to get the girly smell. When I left the bathtub I noticed I was now hairless and smooth, when I felt my skin it was so nice.

Finally she arrived from her quick errand run and sat me down in her makeup chair. She got straight to work on my face, putting on weird powders and coats of products. Finally she finished and loved the final product, again jumping for joy when finished. However I wasn’t able to see myself just yet, for it would “ruin the surprise”

To be continued…

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Recently my mother has been working on starting up her own business. She wants to make her own clothing store. It’s been quite a very work heavy experience for her, so I try to help whenever I can. One thing I admire about my mother is how optimistic she is when it comes to the job, throughout the process she’s been very positive. However today she was sat over the table distraught, her face alone told me that something was very wrong.

“What’s up mom, you seem stressed.” I said, with a concerned tone.

“Well In order to advertise the business I need to get models, but no one is willing to model for a unheard of business.” She replies, looking up from all of the paper work on the table.

“Well what can I do to help” I say

“Well nothing unless you know someone willing to-“ she cuts herself off and jumps up. Her face light up, fresh with an idea. She runs over to her room and starts rummaging through her closet. I follow confused and intrigued. She turns holding out a long brunette wig. It took me a second to put two and two together but before I said anything my mother speaks up.

“Listen I know I’m asking for a lot here but will you please do this for me and my business, this is my dream.” She says almost pouting

My mom has done a lot for me over the years, we haven’t had the best luck financially and if this really could change that then I guess I have no other choice. I reluctantly agree grabbing the soft wig from her hands. My mother squeals in joy.

“I’ve always wanted a daughter!” She exclaims.

“As long as it’s not too girly okay?” I say, almost regretting my decision.

My mother nods and directs me to the bathroom. She hands me a bottle of shampoo and tells me to use it only on my lower body and to scrub really well. As I get in the bath and start scrubbing she leaves. She tells me that she needs to get some equipment first. The bath was quite relaxing, I even decided to use some of my mothers other soaps and products to get the girly smell. When I left the bathtub I noticed I was now hairless and smooth, when I felt my skin it was so nice.

Finally she arrived from her quick errand run and sat me down in her makeup chair. She got straight to work on my face, putting on weird powders and coats of products. Finally she finished and loved the final product, again jumping for joy when finished. However I wasn’t able to see myself just yet, for it would “ruin the surprise”

To be continued…