Catherine entered her son’s room. She thought it was a typical room of a teenage boy. Katherine‘s son was only 12 years old. She walked up to his bureau of drawers and fetch a pair of his briefs. The briefs were well worn. He likes them that way.

With the briefs in her hand, Catherine headed towards the bathroom to take a shower. She could have gone to the master bathroom, but in this case, she decided that the bathroom in the hall was the best option.

Catherine placed her son's underwear on the lid of the toilet and then removed all her own clothes. She scrubbed the makeup off her face. She turned on the water in the shower, then entered.

Catherine washed her hair, cleaned her body, and shaved her privates.

Catherine exited the shower and dried herself off. Then she put in her son’s underwear.

“Am I really doing this? “ she asked herself.

“Yes, I am! “

Catherine was not going to allow herself to chicken out. She had planned this for weeks. Even going so far as to cut her hair into a short pixie cut. Catherine’s friends had asked her about her new haircut. She simply told them that she liked it this way.

Dressed only in her son’s briefs, Catherine stared at her face in the mirror. She recognized how much she looked like her own son. But, she would need to use cosmetics to resemble him exactly.

Catherine used foundation slightly lighter than the hue she usually uses to give her the complexion of her son. But that wasn’t enough. She needed to appear to have the lower cheekbones of a boy, not a woman.

To mimic the appearance of her son's face, Catherine used cosmetics to simulate freckles and even some pimples.

It took her several attempts to achieve the look she wanted, but she had come too far to turn back now.

The final touch would be wearing the rest of her son's apparel. The more worn in the clothes the better. She returned to her son’s room to get what she needed.

Catherine looked for apparel that she should have thrown out months ago. She would have if her son had not objected so strenuously. Now, she was glad that she hadn’t.

Catherine found some oversized jeans that were frayed at the cuffs and ripped in other places. She paired them with a T-shirt who is neck was stretched and colors extremely faded. In this outfit, no one would suspect that she wasn’t her teenage son.

The final touches were simple athletic socks and worn sneakers. She was ready for what she felt she had to try at least once. She knew that wearing a baseball cap would make the biggest difference.

Catherine put on a loose-fitting jacket over the rest of her attire. Between that and the t-shirt underneath her boobs were well hidden.

Catherine exited her house and walked down the street to Miss Thompson’s home.

Miss Thompson was only 23 years old. Catherine had known her since she moved into the neighborhood.

Catherine walked up to the door but hesitated before knocking.