A Loli's ENF Adventure/Sally/Week3/Matchmaker/Crop
Full of exuberant energy, Sally burst in through the front door ready to tell her mom all about her day.
"Mom?! I'm home! Where are you?"
"We're in the kitchen, dear!"
Dropping her backpack in the hallway and hurriedly kicking off her shoes, Sally raced forward and found her mom sitting at their small breakfast table nursing a coffee while Devin sat beside her looking antsy. He rarely ever got home before Sally, but he had curiously happened to beat her home several times in the past week. She didn't pay her brother much attention though, too excited to talk with mom and share things about her day, like the test that she aced and how one of the boys in her class got in trouble for spitting at a girl.
However, before she could get too far along in her stories, Sally caught Devin out of the corner of her eye as he illustratively tugged on his shirt collar, trying to jog her memory without interrupting her. She smirked to herself somewhat bashfully, but equally embarrassed by how forgetful she was. Sally had only a moment's hesitation before she was sheepishly unbuttoning her shirt while still rambling through her stories, standing in the middle of the room and rising onto her toes anxiously.
This wasn't entirely normal, taking her clothes off in different parts of the house, although it wasn't the first time she had undressed outside of her room after school. She had in fact undressed herself right in the middle of dinner only a few days ago after forgetting to exercise her nudism rights one afternoon, and had since strived to get herself naked as quickly as possible after school. As such, getting herself undressed outside of her room was bound to turn into a habit at some point. It was already becoming a part of her daily routine to discard her clothes every which way she could the moment she remembered she didn't need them. It was merely an extra stroke of luck that her brother had been getting home early the past week; he was always eager to remind Sally to take her clothes off.
"Do you really need to do that right here?" said Ava, scowling slightly as her daughter placed her shirt on the table. Sally picked at the tank top that had been concealed beneath her button down and frowned in return.
"Well... I just really want to tell you about my day."
"I can take her clothes, mom," blurted Devin, in a rare display of helpfulness. "Upstairs I mean. After she takes them off. I don't mind."
With her mother's objection stifled, Sally beamed a bright smile and continued on, undoing her skirt while changing topics to another notable event that happened at school that day, and the real reason for her excitement. Bethany Richards had come to school wearing a crop top. And not just any top, a bright pink, proudly baggy, high cut crop that she contrasted with a pair of sleek black leggings. She had the attention of both the boys and the girls for every recess with lots of stares and gossip coming from all sides, and even distracted Mr. Ligner in the middle of class.
Although it was very high cut, especially for a grade schooler, Bethany only got away with it because she wasn't actually showing any skin, wearing a form fitting cream colored cami below her pink shoulder cozy. It wasn't hard to make out her belly button though, and the thin cami hugged her ribcage which did extend below her crop, all of which made it hard to tell from a distance that she wasn't just baring her entire midriff. A multitude of boys must have had the same problem as more than one of them managed to successfully flip up the front of Bethany's crop top during recess in an attempt to flash her chest. As Sally handed off her skirt to her brother she felt inclined to leave out some of those saucy details given what she had in mind for her mom.
"It came all the way up to here!" Sally noted, demonstrating for her audience by lifting the front of her white tank top up to her chest to match, her baby blue panties the only other article that offered her increasingly nude form any lingering sense of modesty, however brief that would ultimately be.
"Goodness! That has to be against a dress code."
"I don't think so. It's real trendy now. Her mom helped her make it," Sally noted as she stretched her arms upwards to finish peeling off her undershirt. That wasn't an outright lie. Bethany's mom could have helped her make it, and Bethany said that she had made it at home, but she had never mentioned anything about getting help. But Sally told herself that had to be the case all the same, just so she didn't have to feel like she was lying.
Sally placed her tank top on the table, which her brother quickly scooped up, then nervously plucked at the waistband of her panties while trying to get her next words out. "I was thinking... maybe you and I could make some crop tops before daddy comes home. Like matching tops, one for each of us. Wouldn't that be cool? I bet daddy would like it," she rambled, trying to throw out a line that might appeal to her mother.
That was really Sally's plan. She wanted to get her mom into a crop top, into something more revealing and sexy than her normal attire, especially given the way that all the boys had stared at Bethany. If Bethany could get an adult's attention just by wearing a top, surely mom could get dad's by doing the same. Sally was all but certain that it would work, but on the outside chance that daddy still didn't do anything with mom when she was wearing something more alluring and trendy, then at least doing this would eliminate clothing-related ideas and Sally could turn her focus to something that might get the two of them back into the bedroom.
Ava meanwhile tried her best not to scowl as she lifted her cup, far more concerned by her daughter's sudden interest in more mature clothing styles. "I don't know, Sally. I think you're a little young to be wearing crop tops."
Sally huffed and pushed her panties off her hips, letting them pool at her ankles but making no immediate effort to step out of them. Once again she was being told she was too young or too immature for something. She instantly felt mopey but didn't want to make this all about her. The injustice was that Sally had never cared less about clothing. Yet there was seemingly no way she could talk her mom into wearing something like a crop top unless she herself was asking for it.
While two sets of eyes stared at her, Sally picked at her bellybutton and licked her lips while gazing down at the floor, thinking of how to still make this work. "What if we only wear them around the house?" she asked as meekly as she could, naked and exposed as she was. "Would that be okay? I just think it'd be fun if we had something that matched. Something we did together."
Although Ava didn't particularly like the idea of her young daughter wearing a crop top under any circumstances, trends or otherwise, she happened to have that thought while staring at her stripped down tween daughter's bare, bald pussy, followed by a glance over the rest of her uncovered body. With that image burning into her mind, it wasn't hard for Ava to reason that she should encourage and foster any interest her 10 year old daughter might have in wearing clothes again. She sighed softly to herself then smiled as supportively as she could.
"Alright! I suppose we do have a little time before dinner. Why not?"
"Ye-AHHHH!" Sally squealed and hopped, aiming to take a step forward to hug her mom, but not factoring in the panties around her ankles. With her feet effectively bound together and her socks slipping on the floor, Sally cartwheeled forward, arms flailing, before crashing to the ground face first, her body slapping against the floor an instant later.
"Sally! Oh Sally, you clumsy girl!" Ava chuckled once Sally lifted her head and her feet into the air, the girl's bum tightening into two prominent round mounds with her back curved so starkly.
"Yeah, this is why you shouldn't take so long to get undressed," scolded Devin. He was already up from his seat and had bent down to fish Sally's panties off of her ankles. He didn't stop there though. Devin lifted one of Sally's feet high into the air, pulling her legs apart and making her twist around to face him. Her helpful brother took his own sweet time removing the last vestiges of her outfit, fumbling with each of her thin socks and guiltily glancing down between her legs as he did so. While that awkward moment was shared, their mother began thinking out loud about the perfect pair of tops they could use, old matching t-shirts of hers and Ryan's that they hadn't worn in years.
Once Sally had finally been picked clean of all of her clothes, the mother daughter pair went off in search of sewing supplies while Devin took Sally's things straight up to his room. Ava dug out the old, faded, green t-shirts she had in mind and also found an extra pair of sewing shears for Sally to use before bringing everything back downstairs for them to work together at the table where they had more room.
"Can I do it, mom? Can I?" begged Sally, excited to have a project to work on, ulterior motives aside.
"Y'know, I used to cut the necks of my band shirts," mused Ava, lost in reverie. "Sometimes the sleeves too. I can show you how to cut out the neck properly. It's trickier than you might think, you know!"
Ava went ahead and meticulously flattened and marked and cut the neck of the first shirt while Sally watched impatiently. Since the shirt was plenty big for Sally, even being a small, Ava needed to remove no more than the collar itself to open up the top for her. A 10 year old didn't need a plunging V neck or anything off the shoulder after all. But Sally started whining when Ava, on autopilot, finished up with the collar and moved on to the next shirt without her.
"Mom! I just wanted you to help me! Not do it all yourself!" she said, pouting.
"Alright, alright. Here. You saw what I did, right Sally? We don't have to mark it as it is pretty straightforward, but just use what I did with your shirt to help you, okay? Like a visual aid. You need to take out around two inches out here on the shoulder and cut tight across the collar further in. Okay?"
Sally complained and insisted she knew what her mom was going on about as she started cutting but was far more concerned with putting scissors to fabric than paying close attention to what mom was blathering about. It couldn't be that hard to cut cloth. But Sally's scissors got away from her as soon as Ava stepped away to make a fresh cup of coffee.
"After you're done that then we'll crop them, m'kay? And when we cut the bottoms off, let's make sure we take off enough material with one clean cut. That way we can use the leftover cuts to make tube tops later! Wouldn't that be fun? Y'know, we could make all sorts of clothes for you to wear here at home!"
Sally weakly voiced her support for her mom's idea to clothe her as she surveyed the damage she had just inflicted to her mom's neckline. The uncoordinated girl ended up carving out the collar in a very one-sided fashion, leaving all of one shoulder intact while encroaching heavily on the other. She also left sharp jagged lines from repeated corrections around the front and back of the new neckline she had made. Sally contemplated taking a stab at fixing it before her mom noticed as she could plainly see she had messed things up, but then thought it best that she leave it for her mom to deal with once she finished with her coffee.
"Alrighty, how did y- Sally! Did you have your eyes closed!?"
"Mom! I didn't do it on purpose!"
Ava took a breath to calm herself. There was no need to chastise her daughter and scare her away. The shirt was certainly salvageable, but the neck would be far more open than she would have liked.
"It's fine, sweetie. Maybe that was a little tricky for your first time. I can fix this. Thankfully you only need to cut a straight line for the next part. I hope you can do that...."
"Okay."
Sally took her mom's comment to heart and picked up her shirt to move on to the next steps while Ava vocally planned out her cleanup efforts of the other one. Sally at least took a moment to consider her mom's comment from a minute ago about how she should take off enough of the shirt to also make a tube top. It didn't seem to her that they would need very much material for that, but she didn't want to mess anything up a second time. Better safe than sorry and all that. So Sally aimed to go at least as high as Bethany's top had been, somewhere right around her sternum. But as she cut across the top she realized she was again off her mark and changed her angle to try to correct it. By the time she was done she was left with a crooked result, although she thought it looked 'reasonably' straight.
"There, that should be good enough," declared Ava, pulling back from her tunnel vision of focus. It was only then that she noticed Sally standing off to one side holding a shirt up against her chest that had more than half of the garment missing.
"Oh! You kept going! Well that's... great! Good for you!" said Ava, trying to stay positive. "Let's see. This doesn't look... too bad..." Ava pulled up on one of the shoulders to make it square with Sally's torso which better revealed the lopsided cut that her daughter had made across the top, one side ending several inches lower than the other.
"Here," Ava said, pushing her shirt aside and taking Sally's from her. "It was a good try, sweetie. Maybe we'll just remove a little bit more."
"Oh. Really?" asked Sally, surprised that it was apparently still too long. "I tried to do it like you said."
"And you did great! I think you might have, er, second guessed yourself mid-cut. You do it again and you'll get it perfect! I just know it!"
Ava centered herself and laid out Sally's shirt, measuring how much more she would have to take off to even up the two sides, hoping it wouldn't be excessive. Sally meanwhile took her mother's encouragement literally and picked up her mom's top for attempt number two. Her mom still hadn't given her any guideline as to precisely how short it should be, but Sally did her best to make her mom's top just a little bit shorter than her own, like she said. But Sally fell into her original mistake of multiple small over corrections, leaving a sloppy, jagged edge that would also need to be cleaned up. Sally wanted to get better but she wasn't too worried about her lack of skill at this point as her mom was really good at dealing with this sort of thing.
"Finished," she announced as her mom had only just started trimming Sally's shirt.
Ava gave a sharp "tsk" and a soft sigh before smiling. She again didn't want to discourage Sally, but it was certainly irritating how much damage her daughter could do in such a short time when she wasn't paying attention. "That's... wonderful, sweetie," she said, quickly finishing up her own cut. She then passed Sally's shirt to her and took back her own. Taking in the latest scissor massacre, Ava muttered, "Looks like we need to do a bit more cutting to finish up. I... suppose we can go just a tiny bit shorter, hey Sally?"
"I dunno. If you say so."
"I think we'll have to..." Ava noted, shaking her head. Sally shrugged and followed her newest set of instructions to make it a tiny bit shorter, taking her scissors to her own top once more. This time she tried as hard as she could to mirror the line that her mother had just cut while still taking off enough fabric to make a tube top from the newest strip of extra fabric. It would have to be a pretty skimpy tube top, maybe 2 inches tall, as that was all she could remove without cutting into the underside of her sleeve, but as usual she made swift work of her task. The only difference was that this time she was proud of her work. It was so good that she didn't think her mom would even notice that she had brought her scissors to bare this time.
"Can we try them on now?" pressed Sally.
"Yes, sweetie. We can try them on," Ava assured her daughter, finishing with her latest cleanup job. Ava pulled off her normal top while Sally pulled on her new one. Sally wasn't the least bit interested in how she looked though; she only wanted to see how her mom looked. But Ava was horrified to see that Sally's shirt was cut so high that Sally's nipples were plainly visible beneath the raw cut hem, a fact that made Sally's remaining naked state appear even more scandalous than when she was fully in her birthday suit. She was in fact mortified that, as far as she knew, she was the reason her daughter's shirt had turned out so shamelessly slutty and obscenely short, unaware of Sally's extra round of trimming.
It turned out Ava was so distracted by her daughter's unfortunate exposure that she failed to recognize just how short her own shirt was after she mechanically pulled it on. Although longer than Sally's, the underside of her bra was unmistakably exposed, although that would have been hard for Ava to tell without a mirror. But she hardly even thought to look for one and quickly took her new top off with no thought for how it looked, focused instead on how she could gently convince her daughter to not wear what they just made.
"Well this was a good first try, but I don't think we did a very good job sweetie. It's probably best that we don't wear these. We'll just call this practice and do better next time, hmm?"
Sally wasted no time getting upset, not wanting to lose this opportunity after getting so close. "What do you mean? I wanted us to match for Daddy! I thought you'd be happy that I wanted to wear something for once."
"It's not that, Sally. It's just... I didn't think tha-"
"Never mind. Clothes are stupid! I'll just be naked forever," raged Sally, pulling the front of her skimpy shirt away from her body in an attempt to glare at it. It was the last nudge, or perhaps shove, that she could muster to convince her mother to relent, and it barely managed to work. Ava admitted to herself that any step forward that involved her daughter wearing clothes again had to be a positive one, regardless of how poorly covered she would be. And so she soon acquiesced, pulling her own crop top back on with a stalwart grin.
"Actually, you know what? To heck with it! Why not? You did a great job! See? We're twins now! I'm sure your father will be proud of us, too."
Sally smiled, mostly with relief, and had her first moment to look her mother up and down. "Well, um... we aren't exactly matching," she was careful to note, not wanting to destabilize things. "Your bra is showing."
Despite her naughty intentions, Sally did want to save her mom the embarrassment of revealing her underwear. She merely assumed that the top must not be sitting right and her mom just needed to adjust it. But Ava, glancing down at her well exposed shoulder, immediately spied the strap of her bra running through the open neck of her crop and assumed that was the problem. She played with the shoulder of the garment for a moment, trying to decide if a single strap was worth arguing about with her temperamental daughter, given how well things had gone so far, but she was sorely unaware of how much more of her bra was really showing. Rather impetuously, Ava reached behind her to undo the clasp resting against her back to solve the issue outright.
"Alright, fine. You're right," Ava said as she shimmied her bra straps down her arms. "It will look best if we are matching." Once Ava managed to get out of her undergarment, pulling her bra out of the bottom of her shirt, she placed it on the table and turned back to her daughter warmly, giving a playful pose with her hands on her hips. "I'm sure Daddy will get a kick out of this, won't he?"
Sally was speechless. She thought that her mom would just pull down on the front of the shirt to better conceal her bra. But suddenly, after trying to get her to cover up, her mom was showing even more skin than before. It was downright shocking that her mom appeared to willingly, brazenly, decide to put her boobs on display. Sally even pondered whether this was some sort of weird test, or her mom's way of suddenly trying to be supportive of her nudism, but Sally tried all the same not to let on that anything was amiss, just in case.
The thing was that, without her bra, Ava's unsupported tits were hanging lower than before, her nipples dipping under the high hemline. But Ava went even further by shifting the top further back to better cover her bare shoulders, making her 'underboob' situation so much worse, her breasts almost entirely exposed.
"Well, sweetie? What do you think?"
"Uh, yeah... You look, um... you look hot, mom! Super good!"
"Thank you, Sally! And you look... cute!"
Sally scrunched her nose at that. "Cute?! Why cute?"
"What? What's wrong with cute?" Ava tried to play dumb, not wanting to compliment her daughter's still utterly naked body, but she didn't want to insult her either. "I mean, sure, you look 'hot' too, I suppose. I think we both look great!"
"Yeah! Of course we do! Because you're so good at this!"
"Well now, let's not forget that it was your idea!" tempered Ava, not wanting to take too much credit. "But it was my pleasure, sweetheart! Thank you!"
The two of them smiled falsely while trying not to stare at each other too much. Like mother, like daughter, neither of them had the heart to tell the other exactly how much skin they were showing, and neither of them knew that they were both in the same predicament. So with their little project completed, Sally was tasked with cleaning up the table and Ava turned her attention toward dinner since Ryan would be home soon. Sally held back her giggles as she watched her mom walk around the kitchen and reach up into cupboards, her boobs bouncing and swaying quite cheerfully out in the open. She could only hope that daddy would take kindly to their new trendier look!