I was in the living room watching TV when she came back from office, carrying bags of groceries in one hand and holding her long yellow skirt with the other. Instead of getting up to help her with bags or ask her about her work, I continued watching TV. Keeping the groceries in kitchen, she ruffled my hair with her fingers and went to her room to change.
After around ten minutes, she came out and got busy with dinner and called me when it was ready, so sat down on dining room chair and started enjoying grilled duck.
"How was college?"
"College was OK. How was your work?"
"I'm planning to change jobs, but let's see what happens."
"Are you planning to get a job in a city, or are we going to remain stuck in this small town?"
"Let's see," she replied looking at me with her deep blue eyes.
The next morning when she went to drop me to college, she was, as usual, wearing a long skirt and a full-sleeved blouse.
For next six days she didn't mention anything about the job and I also didn't talk about it. Then, on Tuesday, she told me that she has received an offer of a photographer's post from an architecture magazine.
Before I could ask her where this magazine was based, she looked me in the eye and smiled.
"We are finally leaving this town and going to Chantel," she announced. (It's a comparatively bigger city on the other side of the state).
Although the news initially made me happy, but then started worrying about leaving my friends, my college and the town where I'd spent all my sixteen years. I spoke with her about leaving the town where both of us had spent our whole lives, discussed with friends and relatives but she reassured me that we will visit regularly and stay in touch with friends and relatives.
The next few weeks were spent packing, saying good-byes and getting ready for life in a new city. The days were hectic and both of us went to sleep thinking about city life and simultaneously dreading it. It was a big move for both of us, but we were ready.
Finally the day came and we headed off to the city and by evening had settled into a one-bedroom apartment. After unpacking essential stuff and ordering pizzas, both us went straight to bed, with Mom sleeping in bedroom and me on the couch in living room.
Mom joined her office in the morning and I college, so both of us got settled in nicely.
It was a Sunday afternoon and was watching TV when she sat down near me and told me that everybody in her office dresses up smartly which makes her look out of place.
"You should also dress up smartly."
"So, you think my dresses suck?"
"Yes, I do."
"OK, let's go and do some shopping," she said smiling.
She bought some smart and beautiful skirts, blouses, T-shirts and jeans, while I bought couple of jeans and some crazy T-shirts. After shopping, we went to a fast-food joint and had burgers.
The next morning, I was ready for college and finishing breakfast when she came into kitchen wearing the skirt and blouse she had bought yesterday.
The skirt was definitely shorter than the long ones she had always worn and the blouse was fitting perfectly.
"How do I look?" she asked when she saw me looking at her.
I saw that she had tied her hair in a bun, was wearing long earrings, had a full make-up on and her short skirt was complementing her long legs and smooth thighs, while the blouse was doing justice to her big breasts by revealing their firm and round shape and by showing little bit of cleavage.
"You look beautiful," I replied admiring how beautiful and different she was looking.
"Thank you. Now get up or we'll get late."
After dropping me at school, she adjusted her shades and was off to her office.
The dress, the make-up, the hair were a big change for her, but that was just a start. Within one week, her skirts got shorter, her blouses tighter and she started wearing a nose ring, which simply added to her beauty. On weekdays, she started dressing smartly and on weekends her appearance bordered on what many would call slutty. She began wearing short, tight leather skirts that revealed her thighs and the nice shape of her bums; cropped T-shirts that showed the blue veins running down her cleavage and the shape of her big breasts; full make-up; and lots of funky jewelry.
The change in her from a small-town woman to city girl was truly amazing, and I'm not sure even she had expected such a huge transformation. What was pretty obvious was that she was loving it.
"Hello Jules. How are you?" asked a woman when we were out shopping for groceries.
Mom told her she was fine and they started talking and it was obvious she was Mom's colleague. Her colleague turned toward me and looked at Mom, who kept talking but finally realized there was no escape from introducing me.
"He's my nephew, Jonathan. The one I'd told you about," she reluctantly told her.
Hearing that, I turned my head toward Mom and stared at her in disbelief, but she simply kept talking at her colleague.
"I'm so sorry to hear about your loss," her colleague said to me before I could recover from Mom's introduction.
I looked at her with my mouth open and was going to ask her whether she was on something when Mom diverted her attention by dragging her toward the cheese aisle. After that, Mom didn't give me a chance to talk to her friend.
"Nephew? I'm your nephew?" I asked Mom as soon as we were in the car.
"OK, here's the story. I don't want them to know that I've a grown-up son. I want to be young like them, party and enjoy. I don't want them to think I'm some old woman way past her age," she replied taking a deep breath.
"Are you angry?" she asked when she I didn't respond.
"No, Mom, I'm not angry. I understand it. It just came as a surprise," I said although I was certainly puzzled.
She kissed me on my cheeks and said sorry.
"Why was she sorry about my loss? What was that all about?"
"I've told them that your mother - my sister - died in a car crash, so you're living with me."
"Wow! That's a big lie." But I couldn't help laugh at her wickedness.
By now, both of us were busy with our job and college, but she always made time for me and we went out a lot: to watch movies, to restaurants, for shopping, etc.
Since we were new to the city, we didn't have any friends and hardly anybody knew us, so it was just the two of us enjoying city life without worrying about anybody. We were having a great time together.
It had been nearly a month since moving to city, and I was in my room working on a college project when Mom knocked on the door and came inside.
"Today, Megan told me that she was planning to go to Croatia to shoot some photos of old castles, but her husband is unwell, so she can't go. She has asked me if I could," she said sitting down on the bed. [Megan was her boss].
"That's excellent news. You should, of course."
"Yea, it sounds exciting, but I'm not sure I'll be able to handle it. I've never been to a foreign country."
"Don't worry, you've handled this city perfectly and you can surely handle Croatia. Is it all-paid?"
"Cool. I think you should go. How many days?"
"It's a fifteen-day project. Will you come with me, please?" She asked taking a deep breath and looked at me as if she was pleading.
"Yes, of course. I'd love to. Sure," I replied giving a big smile.
"But what about college?"
"College can wait; Croatia can't."
"OK, let's think it over," She said giving a light slap on my back.
There's nothing to think over. We are going."
"Let me think it over."
She tried to think, but I continuously pestered her, so after two days of thinking she finally agreed to go.
We got our passports, visas and tickets and were off to Croatia within a week.
We landed at Dubrovnik and headed straight from the airport to a villa we had booked online. The house was on outskirts of the city, but was beautifully constructed with oak wood, red tiles on roof and lovely gardens on all sides. There were two bedrooms, a living room and windows offering breath-taking views of the city below.
After changing and eating delicious meal of rice and mutton provided by the owner of villa, both of us went into our rooms for a good sleep. The next morning we rented a car and Mom got right into work because she wanted to finish work by Friday, as that would give her one week to explore rest of the place.
She started shooting images of castles from all possible angles, while I enjoyed the scenery of beautiful and historic Dubrovnik.
We cycled together to lakes, we rented a bike and raced on cobbled streets, we spent hours walking in local market and old town and enjoyed each other's company in an exotic and foreign city.
I don't know whether it was because we were in a foreign city, but she had changed a lot more since arriving here. Unlike before, she wasn't worried whether her thighs were visible while riding the bike, whether her cleavage was exposed while cycling or whether revealing her flat stomach in a cropped T-shirt was OK or not. What also helped, I guess, was that nobody stared at her, frowned at her or disapproved her clothes, like they would have done in the town.
On Friday afternoon, after she had finished her work, we discussed our plans for the next seven days. After going through several brochures, we decided to go to a nearby island and booked a small sea-facing cottage.
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