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A Random Day 407 Part 2 - Acting As A Bimbo Milf (Bimbo Milf TF)

-Story-

Later that day, when I got home and stepped through the door, I kicked off my heels and took off my yoga pants, leaving me in some skimpy hot pants and my top. Sighing in relief after a long day of promotional modelling at the mall. My feet ached, my makeup felt heavy, and all I wanted was to collapse on the couch with a glass of wine. But just as I was about to pour myself one, there was a knock at the door.

I groaned, peeking through the peephole. Of course. It was my neighbour, Greg—the flirty, overly helpful guy in his 40s who always seemed to find an excuse to talk to me. He was holding a package, that familiar smirk plastered on his face.

I rolled my eyes. Greg had a habit of “accidentally” intercepting my deliveries just so he could bring them over and chat me up. Normally, I’d humour him with a polite smile and a quick “thanks,” but today? Today, I wasn’t in the mood to be my usual self.

A mischievous idea popped into my head, and I couldn’t help but grin. Why not have a little fun with this?

I stepped back from the door, letting my magic flow through me. My body shifted subtly—my curves became more exaggerated, my hair turned a platinum blonde, and my face took on a more mature gaining-age but with a glamorous look. I swapped my modelling outfit for a tight, black and red flowery low-cut dress that screamed “bombshell".

When I opened the door, Greg’s eyes widened, his usual confident demeanour faltering for a moment.

“Hi there,” I said, my voice smooth and sultry, with just a hint of a playful drawl. “Can I help you?”

Greg blinked, clearly thrown off. “Uh… I’m looking for Kira. I have a package for her.”

I smiled, leaning casually against the doorframe. “Oh, she's my daughter. She’s out right now, and have been using her car while I’m in town. I’m her mother.”

Greg’s jaw practically hit the floor. “Her… mother?”

“That’s right,” I said, batting my eyelashes. “You can just leave the package with me. I’ll make sure she gets it.”

He hesitated, his eyes flicking over me in a way that was both amusing and slightly uncomfortable. “I, uh… I didn’t know Kira had a… uh… mother like you.”

I laughed, a low, throaty sound that only added to the act. “Well, now you do. Thanks for dropping this by, sweetie.”

I took the package from his hands, making sure to brush my fingers against his just enough to fluster him further. He stammered something incoherent before finally managing a weak, “You’re welcome.”

As I closed the door, I couldn’t help but laugh to myself. That had been way too easy—and way too fun.

I set the package on the counter and poured myself that glass of wine, still chuckling. Greg’s face had been priceless, and I had a feeling he’d be thinking about “Kira’s mom” for a while.

-End-

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