At 3:24 in the afternoon, Sharon was sitting on the couch trying to watch one of her favorite programs. But she couldn't concentrate on the plot. She had too much on her mind.

***KNOCK KNOCK***

Sharon got off the couch. She grabbed her panties through the material of her loose-fitting dress with her hand to keep it from falling to the floor. She moved as quickly as she could to the door.

Opening the door, Sharon was happy to see her sister, Cheryl, at the door.

"Great, you're here!"

Sharon wanted to hug Cheryl but she was afraid if she let go of her panties, they would tumble down her legs Just like her dress, her panties were much too big for her.

"Jason?" Cheryl asked, seeing her nephew in front of her.

What she saw standing in front of her wearing his mother's dress, was Cheryl's fourteen-year-old nephew Jason. It was an odd sight. Jason was a boy who stood about five foot ten and weighed 145 pounds. Seeing him in his mother's oversize dress was comical. Sharon, Jason's mother was five foot three and 170 pounds.

"No, Jason is out. I don't know where he went."

"I don't understand."

"You have to help me. All my clothes are too big for me. Look at this dress, it used to fit, now I'm wearing it like a tent. I can't wear pants. Even my panties won't stay on my hips. I don't know what happened."

"Why are you wearing your Mom's clothes?"

"Mom's clothes? These are mine. I haven't seen Mom in months. My clothes don't fit. I need you to go out and get something in my size. I would do it, but I can't go out looking like this to find something that fits."

"This is ridiculous. Stop wearing your mom's clothes. Put on your own stuff."

"I am wearing my 'own stuff'. This is the only thing that I can wear in any way.."

"OK, tell me what happened."

"I don't know. All I know is that all of a sudden none of my clothes fit. Not just the outer clothes, but the bras and panties too. Nothing fits."

"Come with me, we'll find you something."

"I tell you nothing fits. I tried putting on lots of things."

"Just come."

Cheryl walked through the house and toward Jason's room. Sharon followed, holding onto her panties with her hands. The empty cups of her bra hung loosely under her dress.

"Why are you going in there?" Sharon asked as Cheryl entered Jason's room.

"To get you something to wear."

"My clothes are in my room."

"This isn't your room?"

"No, it's Jason's."

"But you are Jason."

"What?"

"You're Jason."

"I'm not Jason. What is wrong with you?"

"Who are you?"

"You know."

"tell me anyway."

"I'm Sharon. You're sister."

"You really think you're Sharon?"

"I AM SHARON!"

"Something is wrong here."

"I know, my clothes don't fit."

"Something else. Have you seen yourself?"

"What?"

"Come with me."

This time Cheryl walked to the bathroom where there was a mirror. "Who do you see?"

"I see you."

"No, I mean when you look at yourself?"

"I see me of course."

"You see Sharon?"

"Yeah."

"Describe yourself."