Chapter 11

• Grabbing the bags, she trotted down the stairs. Her short jean shorts giving her long legs plenty of exposure as she went downward. Popping into the sewing room, she tossed the bags on a chair, and began to open and go through them all, picking out which item’s she wanted to model... ‘He did not really think I would show them all, right now, did he?’ she wondered as she looked them over.
• She fingered her favorite, a lacy white thing that seemed to flow all around her, it’s fabric thin enough to be comfortable, but not so thin as to be too obscene in public. The complex patterns seemed to swirl all over the fabric, showing, and hiding, what lay underneath. Considering it, she held up the light blue, satin brief cami Maeson had seemed to really like. She loved how it felt, it was just rather ... brief. It did look comfortable to sleep in. Leaving the pale pink baby doll, and then even briefer outfits from that last store for ‘later’, she decided to start with the camisole - somehow pleasing him seemed to help her make the decision.
• Turning, checking the doorway, she popped her head out, spying him sitting on his bed. “Now stay put, you know Mom has so much crap in here you can’t close the door completely...”. With that, she moved back away from the door, and slipped off her shorts, her brief light green bikini panties threatening to follow her shorts down to the ground. Adjusting her underwear, she swiftly lifted her tight top up and over her breasts, exposing her favorite bra, the one with the light lavender flowers on the cups. As she lowered the straps and spun it around to unhook, she shook her head -- she must have taken this off a dozen times today ... sometimes being a girl was a total pain. Boys just whip off their shirt and they are done!.