One sunny spring morning a thirty six year old Rumiko Nonaka awoke in her master bedroom. In-despite her age she was still very sexy. She wore a long pink nightgown. She stood up and walked to the master bathroom where she took a shower and got dressed. She walked to the kitchen and made breakfast for herself and Rika who took a seat at the table. Rika had just turned eighteen years old. Rika wore an old pair of dirty blue jeans and a old white T-shirt that had a broken heart printed on its front. Her red hair was worn in a messy ponytail. A pair of old beat up red and white sneakers were on her feet.
"Good morning sweetie. I'm making french toast," Rumiko informed her.
Rika didn't responded.
Rumiko carried a pair of plates to the table and set one before her daughter. She then took a seat across from her at the table.
"How's your morning," Inquired Rumiko.
"Shitty," she answered flatly.
Rika was her usually sour self.
"I'm going dress shopping today," Rumiko informed her. "Do you want to come with me? You know you're always welcome."
"No," Rika remarked.
A minutes passed and they eat their food.
"Ya know sweetie," said Rumiko. "It wouldn't hurt anything if you tried to be more lady like sometime."
Rika sighed and rolled her eyes sarcastically.
"I have stuff to do today," Rika told her standing up.
Rika then left the house.
"That girl of mine," sighed Rumiko.
After finishing breakfast Rumiko drove the local shopping mall. She bought perfumes, shoes and some new jewellery for herself. Lastly Rumiko stopped off inside a dress store that was inside the mall. She looked for a long time over the many racks of dresses. She found a pink sundress for Rika. Rumiko paid for the dress and returned home.
A few hours later Rika came home and found her mother sitting in the living room.
"Rika sweetie. I have a gift for you," Rumiko informed happily, holding up the pink dress. "It will make you look more like a girl."
"Am I being punished for something," Rika asked sounding annoyed.
"Just slip it on darling," said Rumiko. "You might like it."
"I hate dresses," stated Rika.
Rumiko tried to persuade her to try the dress on.
"Go to hell," Rika told her mother heading strait to her room and shutting the door.
Rumiko sadly sighed and set down the dress.
Later that night Rumiko stood in her shower. She was thinking of how nice it would be to have a kind effeminate daughter for a change. Rumiko had always wanted Rika to be more girly. She then sat down on the shower floor and shaved her legs.
The next morning Rika left her home and walked to the park where Takato and Henry were sitting together at a wooden bench. After walking over to them she saw they were playing the Digimon card game.
"Looks like I win again," Takato happily proclaimed.
Henry sighed and looked at Rika who was standing beside the table.
"Do you wanna play Rika," Henry asked.
"Step aside," she boldly instructed.
Henry slid over and Rika took his seat.
"You ready for another butt whooping goggle head," Rika asked.
Takato smiled nervously and shuffled his deck.
They played their card game and Rika easily won.
"You suck harder than a vacuum cleaner in a hurricane goggle head," said Rika standing up.
"I lost again," sighed Takato.
"Want to play me now," Henry questioned her.
"I got stuff to do," remarked Rika just before walking away.
The boys continued to play their card game as Rika exited the park.
Rika went to the local arcade where she played the latest Digimon video game. Rika spent lots of time at the arcade. She then caught the bus and went home. She opened the front door and slipped off her shoes. The sound of her mother's voice was coming from the living room. Rika walked to the living room as her mother hung up her cellphone.
"Rika sweetie. I have good news," Rumika happily informed her. I setup a photo shoot for you today. Doesn't that sound like fun."
Rika sighed and rolled her eyes.
"I hate those damn photo shoots," she complained.
"Please sweetie. Don't be stubborn," Rumiko pleaded.
Rika begrudgingly got in her mom's car and they drove to the shoot. They parked outside a large gray building and went inside.
Rika walked inside the dressing room while her mother waited outside the door.
A few minutes passed and Rika stepped out of the dressing room into the hallway.
"Rika! Honey! You look gorgeous," exclaimed Rumiko seeing her daughter wearing a red cocktail dress.
"Let's just get this over with," Rika groaned unhappily.
Rika walked with her mother down the hallway and came to the room where the photo shoot was being held. Rika stood on the stage that had been setup. A camera man spent the next thirty minutes snapping her picture.
"Come on sweetie! Let me see that happy smile," the man instructed in a positive tone.
Rika rolled her eyes and sighed.
"Are we done yet," the red-haired woman groaned.
The camera man then pulled a rack full of dresses and gowns out from nowhere.
Rika huffed.
"I'm done," proclaimed Rika throwing up her hands and storming away.
"Rika! Sweetie! wait!" Rumiko called out chasing after her.
Rika didn't want to hear it. She was done. Rika reached their parked car outside and slammed her fist into its roof.
"Take me home! Now!" Demanded Rika.
Rumiko knew how stubborn her daughter could be. She knew there was no point in trying to talk Rika into continuing the shoot. Rumiko them drove them back home. Rika stomped to her room slamming shut the door.
Rumiko knocked lightly on her door.
"Rika. Honey. Can I come in," Rumiko asked kindly.
"Fuck you!" Rika yelled.
Rumiko's heart sank and she turned away from the door. She walked to her master bedroom and shut the door. Rumiko sat on her bed and held up the pink dress she had bought for Rika in her hands. She laid back and held the dress close to her chest.
"Why? Why was Rika so mean," Rumiko wondered. "Why can't she just be nice and kind?"
It was Rumiko's curled up on her bed and cried herself to sleep.
The next morning Rumiko woke up and walked to Rika's room that stood empty.
"Rika must have gone to the arcade again," Rumiko said to herself.
Rumiko then washed the dishes and vacuumed the floors. Lastly she did the laundry. She stood in the laundry room. A white laundry basket that contained the dirty clothes sat on a table beside her. Rumiko pulled the garments from the basket and put them in the wash machine. She stopped when she saw a pair of Rika's white cotton panties. She held them up in both hands and looked at them for a long moment.
"Tsk. Tsk. Tsk," Rumiko said. "Honestly? What kind of young lady wears cotton panties?"
She tossed the rest of the dirty clothes into the wash machine and turned it on. Rumiko then walked to her daughter's room and clicked on the light. She moved to the center of the room and looked at Rika's un-made bed.
"Messy as always," thought Rumiko.
