Chapter 129: So, you think Mommy is hot?
I skipped off to the shower with a much better frame of mind. I even smiled at the term 'Smart Blonde'. It sounded like some new kind of military hardware. I was going to be a devastating new kind of weapon, all right. I was going to be The Dragon. I had the strength, the speed, and the power. All I lacked was control and experience.
"Patience, Sam," I told myself as the hot water poured over me. "You also lack patience."
After a hurried primp at the vanity to brush my blonde mop into shape, I was faced with another hard choice. I had no idea what to wear to supper. With all those marvelous clothes in my closet, I could not stand to put on another pair of shorts and t-shirt. Still, most of my new clothes seemed far too fancy to wear to eat fried chicken in.
I chuckled at the image of me, sitting at the table in a formal ball-gown with elbow-length gloves on, daintily holding a drumstick. That was the old me, afraid to wear something nice, something special. Who would be seeing me? Only the people who meant the most to me. Weren't they worth wearing nice clothes for? If not them, who, for goodness sake?
I took a page from Mrs. Reynolds book and put on a buttonless gold shirt with a matching chain-mail belt. The front hung open all the way down below my navel. The belt held the tails closed at the tops of my thighs and the back hung down just below my read end. The sides were slit up above my waist and the filmy gold fabric was sheer. If I had tan-lines, they would have been visible. As it was, the shirt appeared opaque because my skin tone underneath complemented the light shade of the cloth.
I put on a pair of high-heels to match and posed in front of the mirror. I changed my makeup from schoolgirl to vixen. I looked like I belonged in a mens' magazine; maybe in a perfume ad or maybe even as the centerfold girl.
That reminded me that Mrs. Reynolds had stocked the vanity in my room with a selection of expensive perfume that had accumulated over the years into a drawer full of scents. I picked a brand that I recognized and sprayed my neck with it. I guess I was only used to the cheap stuff, because the power of it nearly knocked me down. For a moment, I thought I would have to jump back in the shower to wash some of it off, but when I backed out of the cloud it didn't seem so bad so I left it alone and went down to supper.
The high heels almost did me in on the stairs. They were mules with 5" heels and much taller than anything I had worn before. I almost took them off so I wouldn't fall down, but after the first flight of stairs I caught on to the trick of keeping an even amount of weight on my toe and heel. Leaning forward or backward was dangerous. I had to stand and walk like a statue. This did wonders for my posture and made me feel elegant.
I was later than I expected for supper. Bambi had already served our plates, but everyone had waited for me. I walked into the room with as much grace and poise as I could manage. The reaction I got made me feel like a princess.
The boys practically gaped, while Bambi beamed. Her lips said happy while her eyes said proud. I thought it was because I had dressed-up until Bud inadvertently explained it.
"Gee, you look just like Mom!" he said.
The silence was deafening as we all considered the implications. I had tried to copy Bambi's style and elegance, but not to make myself an imitation of her. I tried to think of something to say, but failed. Jim wisely kept his mouth shut and let things run their course without his input. It was left to Bud to defuse the situation by stuffing his other foot into his mouth.
"I... I mean that in a good way!" he explained.
We all broke out laughing at that. Bud blushed brilliantly red as he saw that he had only dug himself deeper in to an already awkward position. Bambi walked up behind him and dug her fingers into his hair.
"That's all right, honey," she told him, leaning down to kiss his forehead. "I know what you meant. You meant Samantha looks elegant and stunningly beautiful, didn't you?"
"Yeah!" Bud said, glad to have his thoughts translated so clearly. "And she's seriously hot, too!"
"Just like Mom," I added, glad to finally have a lever to pull in the conversation.
Bud suddenly looked aghast, as he realized what he had just confessed.
Jim knew better, but could not refrain from kibitzing. He said, "Way to go there, Bud. Get out of that one."
Bambi took a grip on Bud's hair and turned his head so he was looking up at her between her breasts. She asked, "So, you think Mommy is hot?"
Bud knew he had a 50/50 chance at the right answer and must have figured it would go worse for him if he tried to backpedal. "Yes!" he said, hopefully but with a hint of resignation in his voice.
"Thank you, honey," Bambi told him. "That's the nicest thing you've ever said to me." She bent down and kissed him on the cheek, leaving him with a bewildered expression.
I walked over and stood next to poor Bud. From atop my heels I seemed to be towering over his seated form. I thought briefly about leaning down to kiss him, but doing so would probably have resulted in me landing in his mashed potatoes. Instead, I swung one leg over him and sat down in his lap, straddling him with my breasts pressing his chest. One of them had popped out of my shirt, but at the moment, that wasn't a bad thing.
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