The frosted glass doors to my shower were directly in front of the door to the bathroom. The door was open, the light was on, and I could make out the...faint outline of my mother washing herself in the shower. Mom had just recently begun to use my shower in the mornings that she woke up in my room. Up till just a few weeks ago she had used the shower in her room all the time, but now she had even begun to bring her soap in so that she could have it to use. I just hope that she didn’t bring any. We don't share clothes."Neither," she chirped, her eyes sparkling with excitement that suggested she was in the grip of one of her grand plans. "It's for you, but you need my help." Why... ?" Goodness, which question did I want answered first? Let's work backwards; Belinda doesn't make mental leaps easily so she's easier to unwind that to reset. "Hang on, why do you need to help dress me?" Sweetie, you know I love you, right?" she looked uncharacteristically serious for a moment."Um? Sure, OK.". It will look even better after you get a nice tan. The contrast of tanned skin and the yellow suit will look good. Try the other one and let's see how that fits."Megan slipped on the second suit and looked into the full-length mirror. There wasn't much to the suit, and what material there was didn't hide much at all. She could see her breasts clearly, and the netting got larger allowing her nipples to be clearly seen. The crotch of the bikini bottom was as reveling as the top, and when she sat. Her boobs were sagging and her stomach bulging, but it was nowhere near as bad as most women her age.She grabbed the waitress's attention and ordered another drink. The bar was getting busier with groups of people milling about all over the place. There was loud laughter from a group of 5 young men who stood a few feet from Jan's table. They were getting very animated about something.The waitress came back with Jan's drink and she drifted back into thought.Jan suddenly became aware of a voice..