For the rest of the weekend I tried 'pushing' thoughts at Caitlin about wearing more skimpier clothes around the house. I concentrated on thoughts like, "A woman who looks good feels good… You need to feel better about yourself… you should dress more attractive around the house… you should dress more sexy around the house." And so on.

It worked but not just on her. Actually it seemed to work better on Mom.

The both started out Saturday morning in their normal drab house clothes. By mid morning, Mom had gone up and changed into an above the knee high black skirt and silk blouse. Tan nylons graced her legs with four-inch heels. She even put on makeup. It was a nice change.

Caitlin took one look at Mom and whistled. "What's the occasion?"

"Just felt like it," she replied. "It makes me feel better to dress up sometimes."

Caitlin didn't argue with her and continued what she was doing. I noticed she kept glancing back at Mom. Then she came to a decision.

"You are right, Mom. It does make you feel better," she told her and headed up to her room. Mom never said anything like that but with me pushing the thoughts, neither noticed the slip. She came back with a deep purple mid-thigh skirt on, black stockings five-inch heels and a tight matching top.

"What is this some type of competition," Mom asked.

Caitlin just smiled.

That just gave me an idea. "You love to be first in a friendly competition. You love to outdo the other. Women always compete with clothing. You can do better than her," I added to my thought chant.

By evening and several changes later, both were in tight leather mini skirts that flaunted their long legs. Caitlin's skirt was black and she had on thigh high black stockings with a flowered pattern. Knee high leather boots came to just below her knee. A dark-green leather tube top stretched across her tits.

Mom, not to be outdone, had been the last to change. She wore a red skirt accented by fishnet stockings and five-inch high red stiletto shoes. Her top covered more but revealed more. It was a silk elbow length white shirt which she only buttoned the bottom most button. It was open from her neck to just below her belly button. It barely covered her nipples when she was standing, let alone if she decided to bend down for something. Believe me, I let out in plenty of suggestions for bending.

But all this thinking left me exhausted. I could barely enjoy the views before I dozed off on the couch.

I awoke tired and with a head ache. Worse, when I finally caught a glimpse of the ladies walking around, they were in loose shorts and a loose t-shirt. Better than normal but nothing like last night. I realized I would have to start over.

There had to be a better way. I went on the Internet searching for a solution. Hypnosis? I could try to put them into a trance through my thoughts. Yet I hesitated, I really did not know much about this and was reluctant to try it lest I get caught. Associations? Possibly, but how? It was mid-morning by now and cleaned up my trail on the computer and sat down to think. At least my headache was lessening.

I spent the next four hours coming up with associations I hoped would work. I started out cautious lest I make some serious mistakes.

By dinner I was ready.

We all sat at the table and Mom and Caitlin talked, mostly about how terrible Caitlin's boyfriend was. They pretty much ignored me. That was OK; I had work to do. I started up my new chant in my mind., "Home makes you feel sexy. Whenever you see any part of the house, you will feel like being sexy. You will want to dress sexy. Sexy is comfortable. Seeing another woman in the house dressing sexier than you will make you want to better them. Seeing a sexily dressed woman is good, it gives you something to compete with, friendly competition. Sexily dressed woman are comfortable on your eyes." Etc. I was hoping to associate home with wanting to dress up. "You like men's approval, especially Kevin's," I had added incase they found me ogling at them. I had more ideas, but this was first association I was going to try.

Whenever I was home for the next two days, I kept this mental chant up. And it worked. Not as fast as Saturday or as drastic but with more permanence. I didn't have to start at ground zero each day. By Tuesday night, the ladies were back in mini-skirts and high heels around the house. It was a beautiful sight but would it last?

I stopped giving any instructions and waited for the next two days. Wednesday morning, both had to go to work and were dressed more conservatively than the night before. Was it already wearing off, I wondered discouragedly. I went to school wondering how what else I could try.

At school I had a little fun making different girls in my class so hot they had to loosen some of their clothes. This worked to varying degrees, depending on who it was. Some were quick to unbutton a few buttons and others doggedly resisted.

I was quite exhausted by the time I came home. I wasn't as tired as Saturday but still tired. Hopefully that meant I was gaining some endurance in all this. Mom was home first.

"Hello Kevin," she greeted me. She seemed more happy than normal. I watched her sway her ass as she went up to her room carrying a bag from one of the local shoe stores under her arms.

A few minutes later and she came back down in tight micro-skirt with fishnet stockings and thigh high fuck-me boots. My jaw just about dropped.

"What do you think?" she asked spinning around for me to see better. I had to fight between looking at her sexy legs in those boots and her ass as the skirt twirled up. To bad she had panties on. Hmmm.

"Those are hot," I complimented her.

She blushed a little and then told me, "These are just for around the house boots. I would never wear them in public."

Caitlin came home an hour latter. "Damn, Mom. Those boots are hot. I wish I had thought about getting a pair," she told Mom as she headed to change. She to came back out in a sexy outfit. It was then I realized that the spell was still working. It just was that I had associated dressing sexily with being at home and this morning they had dressed to go out. This was better than I thought.

Back to the up skirt view obstruction, I decided what was to be my next step in household décor. "Panties that cover your ass are uncomfortable." I started sending out the thoughts. "Feeling panties on your ass will make you want to wear thong panties. Thong panties will make you feel sexy. Thong panties make you look thinner. Feeling thong panties split your ass makes your ass feel sexier. Sexy is comfortable."

Thursday, when they had both come home from shopping, I noticed them both carrying bags from the local lingerie shop. Friday morning, Mom was dressed for work.

By Friday they were definitely wearing thongs. I could tell by the glimpses of their asses I caught when they bent down to pick something up. It was an amazing thing watching them bend over. I had taken to pushing out thoughts like, "You knees are sore, don't bend them," which worked OK except after a few times of this they would sit down and not get back up. So I changed my thoughts to, "It is better exercise to not bend your knees" which worked marginally better. Still, all in all I was enjoying the show.

Friday afternoon, Caitlin 'accidentally' knocked over a deck of cards sitting conveniently near edge of the table. She started picking up the cards while standing with only a slight bend of her knees. I was repositioning myself for the show. Damn, she had a tight ass. I loved to watch her glutinous maximums flex as she bent. I could just make out the lips of her pussy ….

Dingingg! I heard the ringing of a spoon hitting the floor from the hallway. I looked over to see Mom looking from me to Caitlin. She couldn't help but notice my bulge in the crotch. Shit!!

"Caitlin," she called her daughter over to her. I did my best to look otherwise occupied and made my get away as quickly as was possible. I could hear them talking in the hallway as I left the living room. I saw them glance my direction as I tried to sneak out. Shit! Shit! Shit!

It seemed I had lost all the ground I had gained. After Mom's and Caitlin's little talk, thing got much tamer. Within an hour, they had changed back into loose fitting clothing. I tried pushing but it seemed I had hit a wall. I decided to give it a little time and hung out with the boys for their last weekend home.

We found a 'School is Out For The Summer' party and got trashed. Tammy, a girl from school, was hanging out teasing a bunch of us guys in the rec room. She was pretty drunk at the time. I managed to think her to take her shirt off by getting her to feel very hot. She still had on a bra but she was shore nice viewing. We just gawked at her as she strode around.

"I did that," I told the guys.

"Did what?" asked Ray.

"Got her to take her shirt off," I slurred.

"You are just drunk," Justin harassed me.

No matter how much I talked to them, they thought I was just full of shit.

"How about if she looses her dress," I challenged them.

"Right," chided Justin.

So I rose up to the challenge.

'You're skirt hides your sexy legs. You are to hot to wear a skirt. Panties and bra are the same as wearing a bathing suit." I kept up the thoughts. Soon she was squirming in her dress. Then with a 'I don't care' attitude, she tossed off her skirt. Damn she had a hot ass. Her panties did nothing to hide it as they crawled up her ass. Just about then, Nancy came in.

"Tammy! What are you thinking?" she quickly grabbed Tammy's shirt and skirt and dragged her out of the room.

Justin and Ray just stared at me. "How?" mumbled Justin.

I just grinned. I was about to explain when someone hollered, "Cops are at the door."

The smart thing to do would have been to quiet down and wait for them to leave. But we were just a few drunken teenagers. We all tried to split at one time. Some got away, Justin, Ray and I were not part of the some.

We had waited in the woods for what we thought was a fair amount of time. Then we snuck back to Ray's car and tried to drive away. Seeing us, several others tried to leave at the same time. We made it a block before two cruisers who had been blacked out cut in front of us. Another came up from behind, blocking us and two other cars in.

The only good part is that they didn't bring us in to the station. Well except for Joe who decided to give them a hard time. The reset of us they had climb in the back of the cruisers telling us to come back in the morning for the cars. Of course that meant they had to drive each of us home.

They didn't have their sirens on but a cruiser driving up your drive with its lights on is attention getting enough.

Mom just glared me down as the officer and I walked up to the house.

"Is everything OK, Officer?" she asked

He proceeded to tell her how my friends and I had been at a party and that we had tried to 'evade' arrest. I just stood their looking guilty.

When the officer left, she asked me, "What has happened to you, Kevin? I know your parents dying was hard but…" Damn her for bringing them into this.

"I am sorry … Mom."

"Don't expect to be going anywhere for the next month young man," she scolded at me before sending me to my room. What a great start for the summer break. Well, Ray would be leaving for a month and Justin for two months starting next week anyways.