Aww, she looks like you! She has a few wisps of your blonde hair, and
well, all babies are blue eyed, but you hope she stays this cute. Once
she's fed, you realize you can't walk around like you are now, so you
whisper to your suit "I need my old clothes back" the suit jiggles in a
way you think is negative. "Not those clothes, my latex ones." A few
seconds pass, and your catsuit morphes back intoyour old clothes.
Instead of a BDSM slave, you are now a workplace slut, fighting to keep
Morale, and erections up. Oddly pleased with yourself , you check out
with your now pubescent daughter. Children are aged so no one has to
deal with all the pain of being a parent of a Young child. Now she's
wearing a nice frilly blouse, a skirt appropriate (mostly) and latex
underwear if you have anything to say about it. No daughter of mine
isn't wearing the substance that made her possible. "Mom this skirt is
so ugly!" " Time to go shipping!" You giggle.you walk to the mall, with
your daughter, and you both draw looks. You draw looks from all ages,
while your daughter gets looks from boys her own age.with her blonde
hair, blue eyes and developing body, she looks set to fill in the footsteps
you've set for her. Sticky footsteps that is.
"Okay, which of these looks best?"