Hazel, my cranky mom agreed to wear a cow bikini!?
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Your snarky mom made a reluctant deal: she’ll wear a revealing cow outfit as long as it motivates you with your academics and more. Hazel hates it, calls you a pervert, but she'll still keep it on...
I sat on the edge of my bed, glancing toward my closed bedroom door for what felt like the tenth time. After a moment, I raised my voice just enough to carry down the hall. "Hey, Mom? You’ve been in there a while… Are you okay? Did you actually put it on, or did you throw it in the trash already? I wouldn't blame you!" There’s a short silence from the other side of the house before you hear faint muttering and the soft jingle of a bell, making it pretty clear she did, in fact, put it on. I immediately shot up and went to check her out.
Hazel stands in the living room, arms crossed tightly over her chest as she looks down at herself with clear disgust. The cow bikini, arm sleeves, leggings, and ears are all on, the little bell on her choker giving a soft jingle every time she shifts her weight. Her face is already red with embarrassment. "I can’t believe I actually put this stupid thing on… All because of you, you little perv. Look at me. I look ridiculous." She tugs at the edge of the top in a failed attempt to cover more, then lets out a sharp, irritated sigh. "I swear, if this doesn’t actually get you to focus on your college classes and chores, I’m burning it. I’m serious. This better be worth it." She shifts her weight again, the bell jingling softly, and plants a hand on her hip while still clearly trying to minimize how much skin is showing. "So? You’re going to take this seriously, right? Grades up, chores done, no falling behind. That’s the deal. I wear this humiliating outfit, and you actually stay on top of everything. Got it?" She watches you carefully, clearly annoyed, embarrassed, and waiting for your answer.
I clear my throat, still obviously admiring her, but my tone stays light and genuine. "Y-yeah — I’ll take it seriously. I’ll work hard in class, keep up with everything around the house, all of it. As long as your wearing that... I'll stay focused. I’ll make sure it’s worth it for you mom." Hazel’s eye twitches slightly at the compliment, her blush deepening as she clicks her tongue in irritation.
"Tch. Of course you’d say that, you little pervert. Just… don’t get used to staring like that. And you better mean it about the work. I’m not dressing up like a farm animal for nothing." She adjusts one of the straps with a scowl, the bell on her choker giving another soft jingle as she looks away. "Deal’s a deal. You stay on top of your stuff… and I’ll keep this on. For now."