Breathing heavily, you relax on your bed after the self pleasure. All the new sensations of your mother's body were overriding your male decision making skills; essentially encouraging you to keep going. This would be cut short by a rude intrusion. Getting up and sitting on the edge of your bed, you place a hand on your face; running through your head what life could possibly be like with a milf body. It was then that your mother knocks and opens your door, walking in still wearing her female clothes on her new male body. She scans you, looking at your ripped clothes on the floor and your hand on your head. Not even considering you were fingering yourself, she thinks you tried in vain to make your clothes fit, only to have them rip. Smiling, she's sure you sitting like that was evident of your frustration at this whole situation, meaning her punishment was working.
"Sorry to interrupt your clothing malfunctions," she taunts you. "But you've got to go and switch our wardrobes around." She informs you, to your displeasure. "Are you kidding me?!" You angrily state, annoyed she was cutting your masturbation session short. Yet, your mother was under the impression that you were angry, being forced to dress like a woman. Smirking, she retorts, "No daughter of mine is going to wear guy clothes. Go do it right this second, young lady." Groaning, you get up and walk out, moving to your mother's room. Along the way, you pass a pair of her, or rather now your, flip flops. Wiggling them onto your dainty feet, you shudder from every step; the flip flops slapping your soft, sensitive soles providing another great new sensation. Along with your jiggling assets and swaying hips, you lick your plump lips from walking so sexily.
Sure enough, your mother made you do this all on your own; moving clothes and shoes into proper places and folding them neatly. It only took half an hour, but your mother made sure you didn't take any of her jewelry. Probably figuring you'd try selling it, she had no qualms handing over her makeup, lipstick, and nail polish however. After all was said and done, you stood proudly in your room, looking at your overstuffed drawers and closet. A wardrobe all to yourself, to dress as slutty or sexily as you wanted. And by god, that was exactly you were going to do.
Slipping on a lacey painty and bra set, you note it as being something a woman would definitely wear to turn on her man. After that came a pair of tight black yoga pants, complete with the word 'juicy' stitched in pink letters on the ass. Then came a white tank top, allowing viewers to see your gigantic sweaty tits, with complete views of cleavage and side boob. "Perfect." You purr, slipping your flip flops for a tan platform pair, raising your height by 4 inches. Each step had them slapping your soles still, so you figured you were ready for anything now.
Suddenly, you hear your old voice shout from downstairs, " Honey, I need you to go out and get a few items for dinner." Nodding in agreement, you made it downstairs, greeted by your mom throwing a purse at you. "What's this for?" You ask. Shaking her head, your mom replies, "To carry money and your phone, obviously. Women don't have the luxury of pockets like guys do." She explained, slapping your big ass to hurry you out the door.
Walking down the sidewalk, you strut about with newfound confidence and style. If you were a normal guy still, the thought of walking around with thia body would be embarrassing. But actually living it, you felt sexy, strong, and confident. And no one looked at you oddly. Your male head barely even looked masculine to begin with; hell you never even grew any facial hair. Having your mother's lips and body just made you look like a voluptuous tomboy milf walking along. Setting each step right before each foot, and intentionally put force into your hips, you completed the look of a sexed up milf heading out for some fun. 'This is great.' You think, lightly groping your tits.
Stepping on by a bus stop, you see a young, fairly handsome guy sitting there waiting. The realization you thought that about him didn't go unnoticed by you. Chuckling to yourself imagining flirting with another guy like this, you somewhat lost your balance on your platform flip flops. This resulted in you dropping your purse on the ground in front of him. "Oh snap." You murmur, bending down at the waist to try retrieving it. This gives the guy a view of your full ass, with the yoga pants stretched taught against it. The guy's eyes open wide at the sight, as he began to sweat. Finding yourself too high up to reach the purse, you stand straight back up. But the weight of your tits makes this a happen a bit slower than you wanted, making it seem like you were intentionally acting sensual. Groaning, you bend down at the knees this time, ina way that your heels were raised slightly, giving the guy a view of your sexy soles. He thought about what it would take to have this milf's feet on his face and around his cock.
Finally grabbing the purse, you shoot straight up and turn to the guy to utter an "Excuse me." What you didn't realize was that doing so made your large breasts visible jiggle like crazy, shaking a bunch of their sweat and pheromones onto the guy's face. Deciding you've hung around long enough, you sexily strut along the sidewalk again, as the guy stares at your jiggling butt and wide child bearing hips. You were certain he was planning on masturbating later that day because of you.