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A Nice, Conservative Girl - TG Caption
🕑 Added 2024-03-23 15:35:48 +0000 UTC"Thank you so much! My car broke down, and I didn’t think anybody would stop!” I said to the conservatively dressed lady that had just pulled up in an old-fashioned car.
"Well of course I stopped. Do you really think I wouldn’t?” she replied.
"Uhh, well I… I’m just glad you did. Thank you again, ma’am."
"Hmph I see you’ve at least remembered your manners. Honestly, young people these days…"
"Hah. I appreciate being called young but I’m probably older than you are.” I probably wasn't, but it never hurts to be nice.
"Nonsense, you’re barely a day over 18 unless my eyes are lying to me,” she said as I climbed in.
"Wow, I wish! Just look at the wrinkles on these… hands?” I answered while displaying what should’ve been timeworn skin, but instead looked younger and healthier than I remembered.
"Hmph... Maybe even younger than 18, given your demeanor. Someone with more maturity would know to dress better.”
"What’s wrong with my clothes?” Honestly, they weren't in the best shape after a long day, but my dress shirt and tie would still pass muster in most offices.
"Nothing, if you want to look poor, or like a floozy. Is that what you are, a floozy?"
I wanted to answer but the words died in my throat. My clothes...really didn't look very nice at all, did they? I felt slightly ashamed. Still, a floozy? That's not something you call a boy-err a man, I mean. The more I looked, the cheaper my clothes appeared, and were they getting thinner? The material seemed to be wasting away.
"A silly question, I guess, since you aren't even wearing a brassiere!"
"A...brassiere? You mean a br-AA” I tried to ask but my voice broke on the word bra, shifting up an entire octave. I started to cough, and, as I did, a subtle pressure made it's presence known on my chest. Loose, jiggling pools of fat formed where before were flat pecs. The more I coughed, the higher my voice rose, and the heavier my chest became.
"And those 'pants' of yours... I understand wanting to show the wide, baby-making hips the good lord gave you. I was young myself once you know, but given your... overly feminine shape, you're bordering on obscene!" she finished, really working up a head of steam now, not that I was paying much attention.
She was right. Why had I put on such tight pants? How had I put on such tight pants? With legs like mine, it was a miracle the seams hadn't already split! But, no... wait. That wasn't right, was it? They fit this morning. I know they did. And it’s not like I had any trouble with them all day at...at... wherever I was.
"I'm very disappointed in you. You were raised better than this. You used to be such a nice, conservative girl. What happened? I bet it was those boys you like to spend time with, wasn't it? Not that your girlfriends are much better."
She was on a rant, and I still hadn't responded. I couldn't. My head was spinning. It was too hard to focus on any one thought. Through blurry eyes I watched helplessly as white material climbed into view at the bottom of my vision. Two lumps sat on my chest beneath cloth that no longer looked like... What was I wearing before? Whatever it was, this was much nicer, softer, silkier. Suddenly, my waist pinched in tightly forcing a delicate 'oof' sound from me. Exploring with delicate fingers I discovered a wide black belt around my now tiny middle.
"But don't you worry about that! The young man I've set you up with is just the thing you need, a real family-oriented type. And you will do things in the correct order! A few chaste dates now and then marriage and what comes naturally after. Once you're heavy with his child you'll slow down. You won't have any choice. Yes my dear, the best thing for you is a strong man to take you in hand and set you to rights!
I felt my body rise up in the seat as my bottom became increasingly well padded. When I shifted myself to adjust, the cloth of my top exploded downward, covering my legs all the way down to the ankles. Finally, as wisps of blonde hair fell into my vision, her words registered, and I found my voice.
"Mo-om! No one talks like that! A strong man to take me in hand? This isn't the 1950s!" Wait, that’s not what I meant to say, was it? I have to tell her… Tell her how I really feel. I can’t just let her walk all over me! "I don't care who he is! I can date whoever I want!"
"Not while you live in my house, Missy!"
Ugh! She was always like this. I mean, I loved my mom, but she had no idea how hard it was to be me. I had needs. I had dreams. I wouldn't be held down by-"
"We're here, dear. And look, there he is, nice and punctual."
"I told you. I’m not going to- Oh! He's...he's so handsome, and just... so big."
"See, your old mom still knows a thing or two. Now stop dallying, girl. Get out there and greet him properly.”
I climbed out of the seat and smoothed my pretty white dress before looking up nervously into the eyes of ‘my’ man. Mmm and what a manly man he was. Just the thought of what that strong body could do to me sent shivers of anticipation down my spine. Of course, my mom couldn’t leave well enough alone.
"And you, young man. You will have my daughter home by 11:00PM sharp, yes?"
"Of course, ma'am, by 11:00! And thanks again. I know you said your daughter was beautiful, but... wow!"
I giggled as he looked me up and down, pausing at my chest more than once. I stood up even straighter. Mom was right, proper posture is important!
"Good. See that you do. She really is a nice, conservative girl."
Well...maybe she wasn't right about everything. Tonight, I was going to have fun!
