The Clothes Make the Woman, the Clothes Make the Girl

Chapter 3
The somewhat formulaic and predictable conclusion

The somewhat formulaic and predictable conclusion

"No way, no way, NO WAY. You’re trying to confuse me Steph! I know who I am and what I am!," I was getting kinda scared.

"Since when do you call me Steph? I’ m your mother. Haven’t you noticed Cindy? You’re not 39." She leaned down and whispered into my ear "guess what, you’re not 13 either." She giggled. "This so so cool, don’t you think? I love being grown up! How do you like being a kid?"

"If you think I’m going to pretend you’re my mother and I’m 12, you’re wrong." I felt like crying.

"Girls always like to pretend they’re older, but if you don’t want to, that’s ok. You know your not 12 Cindy, and you won’t be for another year. You’re only 11."

"Am not," I said with not a lot of conviction.

"Here, I’ll show you," and before I could stop her she pulled my shirt over my head and pulled down my shorts. I was standing in my bra and panties which were certainly loose on my childish hips. They fit fine before (when I was 14). "See? maybe you need a better look," she unhooked my bra. All that was left of my breasts were 2 swollen nipples. I felt a tear in the corner of my eye. "And these are way too loose," off came my panties. I tried to cover myself with my hand but mommy gently pushed it aside and said "See? not a hair in site." She stood me in front of the mirror. "How old are your really, Cindy?"

"11."

"Thats right little one. Now here’s undies that should fit better," she handed me a "princess collection" pink training vest and panty set that I got for her when she was 11, the ones with the little picture of Ariel in the corner. They fit perfectly. I put my top and shorts and went in my room and sat on my bed. Then I heard the doorbell. My heart sank. I heard mom get the door. "Oh, hello. You must be Justin. Why don’t you come one in? Cindy will be down in a minute."

"Cindy, Justin’s here," she called. I couldn’t believe her! I can’t let him see me like this, but I didn’t know what to do. Dejected, I walked downstairs."

"Hi Justin," I said. He seemed really tall now, I only came up to his mid chest.

"Hi. Is Cindy ready? She didn’t tell me she had a sister, and a cute one too," he smiled. He was so sweet. "I have a brother who’s like your age. What grade are you in?"

"Um....um 5th?" for now at least.

"He is too. Wow, maybe he knows you. What’s your name?"

"C....Susie" I was having trouble thinking, he was such a hunk. I really felt like the nervous little girl I had become.

"Am I interrupting anything?" mommy said as she walked in the room. "I’m sorry Justin, but Cindy isn’t feeling well. Must have been something she ate."

"Ok, well if she changes her mind, I’ll be at the mall."

"Bye Justin!," I added.

"Bye shrimp." and he left. I ran up into my room and started to cry. I grabbed the nearest stuffed animal and hugged it tight, tears running down my face. "Make it stop make it stop make it stop! This is just a bad dream it has to be! These things don’t happen and you don’t get little just by changing your clothes and I’m really a grown up I know I am and I want my mommy I want my mommy!" I was so scared and crying, and mommy rushed in.

"Cindy what’s wrong honey?" she sat down next to me. I couldn’t stop crying. "Shhh, its ok baby. There, there......quiet little one." She looked at me, held me against her breast. After a while I calmed down.

"I just want this to stop mommy, I just want to be my right age again, there has to be a way, there has to!" Mommy looked at me and smiled.

"We’ll figure it out dear. Look, its been a long day and maybe we should get to sleep early. Why don’t we get ready for bed and I’ll make some popcorn, and we’ll watch a movie. Does that sound good?"

"Yes mommy," I was tired and confused, maybe if I go to sleep I’ll just wake up normal. I took off my clothes and left them on the floor. Mommy laid out a nightie for me, a white shortie with matching panties, and went into her room to change. I kind of recognized the nightie but I couldn’t remember from when. It had pretty lace trim and was really soft. I put it on and sat down and started brushing my hair, and then I pulled it back into a ponytail. I could smell the popcorn, so I went downstairs and sat on the sofa. Mommy came in with a big bowl of popcorn and a glass of milk. She was wearing a blue nightshirt.

"Feeling better sweetheart?" she sort of fixed my hair and touched my cheek.

"Yes mommy," I said and had some popcorn. I couldn’t even remember why I was so upset, and Rugrats was on and I got distracted, and I saw mommy looking at me. She was looking at me kind of funny.

"oops, um Cindy? Are you feeling ok?" she sort of giggled.

"Yes mommy."

"Stand up for a second honey," I did, and she faced me. The top of my head was at her booby, I was looking right at her belly. "Do you know how old you are honey?"

"11," I said absently. " I think..." I really didn’t know anymore.

"Its not important, dear, but I think you’re a little younger now. Is that ok?"

"Shh, Rugrats is on, ok mommy?"

"ok sweetie. how do you like being in first grade?"

"its really fun mommy.Mommy? how long until I’m a grown up."

"Do you want to be a grown-up sweetheart?" But Cindy fell asleep. The following morning her mommy dressed her in a plaid jumper and enrolled her in school. By then Stephanie had forgotten that she used to be a teen, and Cindy felt like she was supposed to be 6 years old.

The End

by Areg5555