"So..." he begins, barely able to contain his excitement, "I've been trying to convince my mom to dress more provocatively, and I figured what better way than to see what she looks like."
You do not like how this sounds...
"I went into their room and stole one of my dresses for you, as well as a few other accessories you would need. It was an outfit I was saving for a special occasion and I figure what's more special than a dinner with your beautiful daughter and her charming, handsome boyfriend?"
It doesn't take you more than a few seconds to realize you've got no choice in the matter. There are obviously no other clothes around. It takes you a few more seconds to put together that you are not the same size as your "daughter", you are both taller and curvier.
Taking a closer look, you notice that it's a stunning red halter dress, with light boning and corset laces up the back. You slide it up over your hips, slip your neck through the halter, and Steve rushes behind you to start lacing you up. The skirt barely makes it to your upper thigh. It is obvious that this was designed for someone with 3" shorter legs, but it would appear it's being used for a different purpose.
"What is this? I barely... oof! fit into it. Why are you pulling so hard??" you ask, as you feel a knee in your back as Steve is tightening the corset.
"I.. have ... a... plan." Steve says as he finishes lacing up the corset. You've had a hard time seeing your feet before, but now they're practically gone as you can't see past your tits presented on proud display. You put on the necklace he brought you, a ruby pendant that hangs perfectly above your cleavage, earrings, bracelets, and then you finally see a pair of silver, very high heeled sandals. You're pretty sure they're almost 5" heels, with no platform.
"How am I going to..." you begin, as Steve sits you down (carefully, with the corset) and starts putting them on.
"Don't worry, I've seen you walk in ones similar to this before, I'm sure you can handle it. Just don't think about it, and I bet you'll be okay."
Steve gets both shoes on and walks you over to the mirror. You are, being modest, one of the sexiest 45 year old women you have ever seen. You can visible see Steve's erection push through his jeans.
"So, really, I'm wearing this fantastic dress, and you're just going to wear jeans?"
"It's hard to be a woman sometimes," Steve says, knowing full well the number of times he's asked you the same thing.
"Well, don't be surprised if I leave you for someone tonight then! With this dress, and this body, I'm sure I'll be in demand!"
A grin flashes across Steve's face. "Maybe that's the whole plan!"
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