Alex gently set her on her feet and examined her. She was a mess and the only clothes she had on were now dirty. "Your going to need new clothes, Thumbelina," she mocked. As Debra stood there like a doused cat, feeling unclean covered in toilet water, Alex left the bathroom. When she returned. Debra had toweled off as best she could, she had a new shirt in her hand. "Ok let me have that dirty mess..." she motioned for her shirt. Debra clenched it to her and looked up in shock. For a moment Alex didn't realize what she was afraid of, her mind was on another form of humiliation in the shirt she chose. But now she realized she had unthinkingly asked her step-mother to disrobe. "Oh my god, Debra....I'm not going to look. Gross..." Alex handed her the shirt and as she was turning around she snorted, "You WISHED you were worth looking at..." Her back turned, Debra quickly shed the wet shirt and pulled on the new one...but not before Alex glanced back and caught view of her tiny rack unnoticed.
Debra straightened out the shirt and saw that it was much smaller than her other. Then she noticed the front and it was adorned with Selena Gomez. It was Katie's pink Wizards of Waverly Place shirt and it barely reached above her mid thigh. "Alex! Couldn't you have gotten me one of MY shirts?!"
Alex turned around and smiled as she bent down over her. "I thought this was more appropriate." she mocked. "Besides...you look so cute in it." She reached down and gently pinched her cheek making Debra brush the hand away. "God, Debra lighten up.." As she stood to her full height she noticed the little woman was still fidgeting. Debra looked back at the toilet and then sheepishly back up at her daughter. Alex laughed, "Let me guess...still have to tinkle?" Debra looked at her bare feet and nodded. "And you need me to help you." Debra still refused to look her in the eye and nodded. Alex sighed, "Fine..." As she knelt down Debra stopped her.
"But...I.." she struggled for the words. "I...have to do...both..." she trailed off utterly ashamed. Alex sprung back up, "Whoah! You're kidding me right?!" Debra finally looked up and Alex could see the starting of tears in the corners of her eyes. "Please, Alex...I have to go..." The teen paced back and forth in front of the pathetic little form down below her. She let out a frustrated growl, "Ok FINE! Just....make it quick will ya..." She bent down and lifted her up onto the seat, holding her in place. Debra was relieved she agreed to her demands, "Thank you..." she whispered to her, making Alex snort as if to imply she wasn't doing her a favor. The quiet uneasy silence was soon replaced by a tinkling stream hitting the water. The sound drew Alex out of her annoyance and made her smirk. In actuality she had her bitch of a step-mother in an embarrassing situation and that made the task more bearable. Soon the tinkling stopped and was quiet again...before a small splash was heard and it made Alex laugh and Debra blush. Sensing she was done, Alex pulled some tissue off the roll and was about to hand it to her, but proceeded to reach down and wipe Debra herself. The small adult was about to object until that tingle came back again. This time it was strong and she almost lost her balance making her grip Alex's arm to steady herself. The teen continued to gently wipe as she hummed, and Debra was tingling all over her front and back naughty bits. Alex had no idea her mother was reacting this way as she was preoccupied in humiliating her.
Finished she lifted her off and flushed the toilet. Alex towering over her again, she was about to walk out of the bathroom when Alex chimed, "Your welcome, Thumbelina." As she walked by her daughters long toned legs Debra fought the urges building in her. It was as though her body shrank but her libido was the same overwhelming size. She walked into the living room and lifted herself up onto the recliner. She watched as Alex walked by like a giant and plopped down on the sofa, again putting her feet up on the armrest. The small woman sat crossing her legs and fighting against the building feeling coursing through her. She looked on her daughter...sprawled on the sofa in her cotton lounge shorts and tank top...her long blonde hair and long toned legs from dance lessons...and on the armrest her bare feet. She was secretly admiring how perfect her 16 year old feet were. Long and soft with girly blue nail polish meticulously applied. Alex took great care in her feet's appearance as she was usually wearing flip flops or sandals to show them off. Debra had never once noticed them before...until now.
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