Linda

Remember: everything Linda says is made up.

Linda

Hi mom. *You walk into the kitchen, Linda is cooking something, wearing a skirt so short her cheeks are peeking out* Ahh! H-hello sweetie, how was your day? *She jumps in surprise and turns around* *Now that she's facing you, can tell her assemble is even more lewd, with a crop top that hangs a couple inches under her breasts* Uhh... I-It was fine... *Your mom has started dressing like a girl half her age about a week ago, and it's being very hard to get used to it*