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Alice's Acting Adventures: Chapter 1 - Mother’s Daughter

by Piper

mc; Fg; Fdom; nosex

“I'm leaving. I'll be back by dinner,” Allie Tucker called as she headed toward the front door. Her blonde hair was tied back in a practical ponytail that would not get in her way when she played with her friends.

“Where are you going?” Allie's mother, Nicole, stepped out from the kitchen, drying her hands with a towel.

“The park,” Allie answered guardedly, her brown eyes narrowing. She was wearing an old t-shirt, fine for sweating in, and basketball shorts that reached her knees. Even more indicative of the answer was the basketball tucked into the crook of her elbow and the water bottle dangling from her finger by its strap.

“Again?” Nicole asked tiredly. She had been indulgent with Allie when the girl was younger, but Nicole believed that 12 was too old for her daughter to still be in a tomboy phase. Doubtless it came from Allie's father getting his claws into her early: taking Allie hiking, camping, and fishing, as well as signing her up for every possible sport.

“Yes, again,” Allie acknowledged, letting her own exasperation creep into the words. This was why she liked her father more. He took her on fun trips and coached some of her teams, whereas her mother continuously tried to push Allie to try things she did not want to do. Allie suspected that her mother was trying to live vicariously through her. Nicole Tucker had been a beauty pageant queen as a teenager but her parents had pulled her out of that world when her grades had begun to slip. Allie was sure that her mother considered her affinity for sports to be a parenting failure.

“Are you sure that you don't want to stay home today?” Nicole fiddled with something at her collarbone. It was a large, gaudy stone about the size of a half-dollar and it was suspended from Nicole's neck by a gold chain that looked far too thin to support it. The gem was a lapis lazuli, cut into an oval and polished to a brilliant shine. Rather than being static, though, the heterogeneous minerals seemed to swim beneath the gleaming surface.

“Nice bling,” Allie said sarcastically as she noticed her mother making an effort to get the necklace noticed. Even if the jewelry had been fashionable, it was too much to be wearing around the house. “And yeah, no, I'm going to the park.”

Allie“I don't think you should,” Nicole said, stepping closer. Allie did not take her eyes from the stone or move to open the door behind her. The tween's attention was completely focused on the bauble and she let her arms grow slack. The basketball slipped free and bounced away to roll into obscurity. A moment later, the metallic water bottle hit the tile floor with a ringing clatter. Allie did not react. Nicole smiled and walked forward until Allie's eyes were inches from the necklace. She reiterated, “You shouldn't go to the park today.”

“I shouldn't...” the girl said heavily, more of a sigh than a statement. As Allie continued to gaze at the pendant, her brown eyes began to change. They shifted slowly along the color spectrum until they rested at a shade of deep blue. Instead of the clear sky-blue common to blue eyes, Allie's were close to true blue, almost as dark as they had been when they were brown. Nicole smiled and stroked the side of her daughter's head until Allie's eyes were done changing. Then she pulled Allie into a one-sided hug while the girl continued to stand mutely.

“I think it's time we get a fresh start with a few things,” Nicole said, stepping back from the hug. Allie's eyes remained on the necklace like iron filings following a magnet. “First things first, you don't want to be called Allie anymore. Your birth name is much prettier.”

“Okay,” Alice told the necklace sleepily while her mother smiled.

“And I know you said you weren't interested in acting, or pageants, or anything,” Nicole said with a wave of her hand, dismissing the past 12 years of her daughter's identity as inconsequential, “but you were wrong.”

“I was wrong...” Alice said obediently. Her heavily lidded eyes were completely absorbed by the shifting patterns of the stone.

“You actually really want to be an actress, or a model,” Nicole informed the girl. “Or anything else where you get to be in front of a camera. Because you want people to know you are pretty and talented.”

“Oh... yeah...” Alice mumbled as she gaped at the bauble molding her mind.

“And no more of these shapeless boys' clothes. You only want to wear pretty clothes. You hate boys' clothes,” Nicole told her daughter. Alice blinked slowly and then wrapped her fingers under the hem of her t-shirt and began to lift. Nicole almost stopped Alice as the tween exposed her belly, but she checked herself. Nicole was not entirely sure of the uses and limitations of the necklace she had purchased, and she did not want to cause any harm to her daughter by giving conflicting commands. If Alice interpreted a need to immediately strip out of her basketball clothes, it was safer to simply let her. Nicole and Alice were home alone anyway.

As soon as the shirt was over Alice's head, her eyes snapped back to the swirling blue stone. She kept staring at it as she kicked off her shoes, and even as she bent to pull the elastic waistband of her shorts over her slight hips. Nicole glanced at the small tuft of pubic hair coming in and made a note to make shaving one of her instructions; that was important for a young girl in today's world. She also looked down at the discarded clothes at her daughter's feet and clicked her tongue in disapproval. “Oh, honey, boxer shorts? Really? What happened to the panties I bought you?”

Alice spoke softly, as if she were teetering on the edge of sleep, as she answered, “I didn't... open them. They're... in my... dresser.”

Nicole sighed. This intervention was for her daughter's own good. Nicole had not realized how much Alice had begun to develop; she was past the need for a training bra and really needed a proper bra now, not that she had worn either today. It looked like the first step in Alice's road to recovery would have to be a complete wardrobe change. She certainly could not go to any auditions dressed in her usual clothes. Nicole pulled the naked preteen into another hug and rubbed her bare back comfortingly. She was about to become the daughter Nicole had always wanted.

“Alice,” Nicole tested her daughter's name as she stepped back. “Let's go to your room and see if we can pick out a nice outfit for you. I can tell you about more of the things a good girl should do. Then we can go out shopping and find you some cute clothes for your first audition.”

“Okay.”
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