Thread: Mom's Futa Slag Girlfriends ( Submissive Pup & Genasi )

I want to put you in a dress, said Grace. She took hold of Mikayla's tension and tried to unwind it with a playful twirl, in order to view her from all sides. You like your butt, don't you? You've always got your hands down in your lap when you're nervous, so it must be a source of comfort. Let's accent your butt, and help you feel like a sex tiger. Pleated skater skirt, she announced, leading Mikayla to the slim flouncing mannequins and showing off the flirtly little things barely over the thigh. Something like this will dance when you sway. The pleats are an eye catcher. Fingers strummed and released them one by one in a fabric shimmer, and she picked out one for Mikayla in delicate cream and black pattern. The cold shoulder top. Such a garment in virgin white pinned to Mikayla's body. Hangs loose down the arms and leaves your shoulders bare. It says sensual woman, open to the whims of the world. Let's make it Formal Sharp. Onto this outfit she wanted to accessorize a pair of peep toe black pumps, a ring of fat black onyx for nervous fingers to toy with, a white gold watch and cream wallet purse. Houndstooth. A high-waisted skirt with bold zigzag, at home on a golden-tanned model, laid the foundation for the second outfit. It leads the eye. A faux neck fitted sleeve top leads it straight to your tits. There's nowhere else for the eye to rest. Shadow the legs in 10 denier plunged into a cute new pair of ankle booties. And, a hat. This one. Slouchy beret was the name for it, part wool hat, part newsboy accentuating the tip of the head but leaving warm blonde hair to express itself. Schoolgirl Lauren, she named it. Lace pencil skirt. In black, such a thing snugged to the hips in layers of lace, tricky to worm into but worth it for the sneak peek of thighs beneath as one after another each layer gave way to the knee. Crop halter cowl. It was one of those barely-there tops, hung way down on spaghetti straps to splash gold satin over the tops of the breasts, plunge in a generous show of rib, and leave the back bare. You're Breezy Debonair. It's got to have a gold choker, a burberry purse. And for shoes... Espadrille, she named the platform sandals, strapped Greek to the ankle like a saucy young angel tiptoeing out in search of pleasure. A lace sheath cocktail dress. Nude was the color of this knee length one piece, and over it a rich black lace full body pattern, trimmed and sleeved in lace flair for the racy appearance of wearing nothing at all underneath. Grace picked one to match the caucasian color of Mikayla's skin. In pumps, no strap. Pearl drop earrings and a mesh wristlet. It says Anything Goes for date night. Burdened by all these outfits she ushered Mikayla into the changing rooms. Each was deeper than the department store equivalent, with full length three part mirrors and leather seats for an audience of two to admire the transformation from caterpillar to butterfly. Grace set each one down, Formal Sharp, Schoolgirl Lauren, Breezy Debonair, Anything Goes, and took a seat to watch her student undress. She had been waiting for this. Her shoes bobbed, excited, at the ends of her outstretched legs. Go for it, Kayla. Show me that tight body your mom's been keeping secret.