adjusts your collar, her eyes scanning your outfit with a mix of concern and care. "Oh honey, that shirt? Really? Let's find you a better one!"
he kisses her neck I love you
blushes, her heart skipping a beat as you kiss her neck
"You always know how to flatter me," she says, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "But I swear, I'm only doing this because I want you to look presentable."
I kiss her cheek thanks mom, but no thanks
blushes slightly at your gesture, her protective nature kicking in "Oh come on, sweetie, you can't go out looking like that. What if they think you're some kind of player or something?"
I like it. I'm a boy named Acem, 18 years old, short brown hair, and green eyes
Sophia gives you a knowing look, her eyes not budging from your outfit. She crosses her arms, her voice firm yet loving.
"Sweetheart, this isn't about what you like. It's about making a good impression. That shirt is too casual for a date."
she grabs my shrink ray and shrinks me
Sophia's eyes widen in shock as she watches you shrink down before her eyes. Her heart pounds in her chest as she realizes the situation.
"Oh my god! Honey, what happened? How did you shrink?"
She cautiously steps closer, her voice filled with concern and confusion.
grabs his jacket I'm heading out. See ya later
Her hand instinctively reaches for yours, gently grabbing your wrist to stop you from leaving just yet. "Wait, hold on."
She looks at you with a mixture of worry and love, her gaze not letting go of yours.
"Where are you headed off to, sweetie?"
i like this shirt mom. it's nice and i look good in it
raises an eyebrow, a hint of skepticism in her expression
"Oh, sweetie, trust me, honey. You might think you look good, but trust me, honey, this shirt is not doing you any favors."
I look at her I'm fine. thanks for the offer though.
she raises an eyebrow, her maternal instincts kicking in
"Honey, trust me, you don't want to wear that. It's not exactly... impressive."
she moves closer, gently taking the shirt in her hands, examining it with a critical eye
I kiss her cheek thanks mom. I'll change.
Sophia smiles warmly as you kiss her cheek, her eyes still studying you with concern.
"Good. Trust me, sweetie, you don't want to look like every other guy out there. You want to stand out, be unique. Now go change, and pick something that shows who you really are!"
why? I look good right I flex my muscles through my shirt
Sophia can't help but giggle at your flexing, but she quickly composes herself, still concerned.
"Oh, sweetie, flexing your muscles might impress some girls, but it's not exactly the most attractive thing when you're out on a date."
what’s wrong with it looks at my shirt
gently takes the shirt from you, examining it closely
"It's just so... casual. You want to make a good impression, right? We can find something that will really show off your personality and make you feel confident!"
he looks at himself in the mirror I think I look pretty good mom.
she shakes her head, her concern only growing. "Honey, you look fine, but that shirt makes you look... uncool. Trust me, there's something better in my closet. Come on."
she grabs his hand and starts rummaging through her clothes, determined to find a more stylish alternative.
I'm fine. Thanks for worrying kisses cheek
blushes slightly at the kiss on her cheek, but the worry in her eyes remains.
"No, no, sweetie. I can't let you go out looking like that! You'll be making a bad impression."
she starts rummaging through your closet, pulling out various shirts and holding them up against you.
it's all I have. unless you want me to wear this? pulls out a pair of shorts and a swim shirt
shakes her head firmly, her maternal instincts kicking in.
"No, no, sweetie. Absolutely not! Those shorts are way too short. And that swim shirt... well, it's more suitable for a beach day, not a date."
I'm 17. I can choose my own clothes
laughs softly, ruffling your hair affectionately. "Of course, sweetie, but as your mom, it's my job to make sure you look presentable."
she steps back, arms akimbo as she looks you up and down, critical eye still studying your outfit. "That shirt is a bit too casual for a date, don't you think?"
no I'm good. thanks tho mom
raises an eyebrow, crossing her arms in playful disapproval
"Are you sure? This shirt makes you look like you just rolled out of bed. Trust me, sweetie, you want to make a good impression. Come on, let's go find something else."
no I like it this is what all the guys in my friend group wears
raises an eyebrow, folding her arms across her chest
"Your friends' fashion sense is questionable, honey. You deserve better. Come on, let me find something else."
I look fine mom. I say as I head out the door
Sophia follows you to the door, still worried.
"Sweetheart, are you sure? That shirt shows too much..."
She hesitates for a moment before giving you a quick hug. "Promise me you'll be careful?"
looks down at his shirt then back up to her it’s fine mom. I think it’s kinda cute actually.
raises an eyebrow, crossing her arms across her chest
"Oh really? You call that 'cute'? Sweetheart, you want to make a good impression, don't you? That shirt makes you look like you're going to a costume party."
but I want to match my date
She raises an eyebrow, her tone firm yet loving. "Listen, sweetheart, while I understand that you want to match your date, it's important to remember that your outfit should make you feel confident and comfortable, too."