"Victor, how do I look?"

"Mom, you look ridiculous." Victor smirked. It was odd to see his mother wearing his clothes. She was wearing an oversized T-shirt with loose fitting pants, white socks and sneakers.

A wry smile appeared on Linda's face. "No, I don't. I look just like my favorite son...or he looks like me. You got the cleft in your chin from me."

"Come on, Mom."

"Now how do I look?" Mom asked again as she removed the wig she was wearing. She then removed the skull-cap that kept her natural hair in place. Finally, she placed a baseball cap over her hair.

"Dad is never going to fall for it."

"Your dad is not too bright and I'm a wonderful actres..er...actor."

"Mom, it won't work."

"I know it will. When I'm done, I'll spend the night at your father's house. He'll think I'm you. I'll be able to see what is really going on with dad and his hussy."

"Mom, you have to stop. You'll never convince him. You don't look anything like me."

Linda, Victor's mother had always suspected that her soon to be ex-husband had been cheating. She wanted to look through her husband's new apartment and find all the evidence. She had what Victor thought was a ridiculous plan. She would spend the night at her soon-to-be ex-husband's apartment posing as her son. Then she would collect incriminating information and kill him in the divorce. Victor humored her for a while, but Linda was very serious about it.

When Victor looked at his mom, he could see all the feminine features of her face. The biggest of which was her arched eye brows and long lashes. She also didn't have the freckles on her face as he had.

"I'll be right back, you'll see!"

Victor shook his head and returned to what he was doing. His dad would be at his home to pick him up after work. That would be in a few hours. Until then he was contenting himself by playing a video game on his phone.

In the bathroom, Linda removed all her makeup, including the mascara that lengthened her eyelash's appearance. She applied other makeups to fill in her brows as well and create faux freckles. It gave her face a more boyish appearance. When she returned to Victor's bedroom, she was almost his twin. If a person didn't suspect that she wasn't Victor, that person wouldn't know any difference.

"Mom, he's not going to fall for it. You can't wear that cap forever. When he sees your hair..."

Linda removed the ball cap, the skull cap was gone. Her hair was much shorter than it had been. With a couple of strokes with a comb, it looked like her son's hair.

"What did you do?"

"Just a little trim."

"I don't believe it."

"I look just like you."

"Why would you cut all your hair off."

"You know why."

"You still don't look like me."

"I don't'?"

"No."

"Come with me."

Victor followed Linda to the bathroom. She posed in the mirror beside him. They looked very similar. With the oversized shirt, her small breasts were hidden. Similarly, her feminine hips were obscured by wearing oversized jeans.

"He'll never know the difference," Linda said with an imitation of Victor's voice. It wasn't hard for her to imitate his voice as it hadn't matured yet. Victor was only thirteen.

"You are really going through with this?"

"uh-huh."

"What about me?"

"You'll spend the night alone. I'm sure you can handle it. You aren't going to burn the house down are you?"

"Of course not."

"Well then you'll be alright."

Victor shook his head. He couldn't believe his mother was going to go through with it. But the prospect of spending the entire night home alone appealed to him.

Victor returned to his room. Linda continued her preparations. She had to remove the nail polish from her fingers and make sure her disguise was perfect.

When Victor's dad phoned to say he would be pulling up soon, Linda completed her costume and waited for him outside. Victor watched at the window his mom got into the car with his dad and the pair drove away.

Victor waited about a half an hour to make sure that his mother didn't return. Then he crept down into the kitchen. He didn't need to creep, but what he was about to do felt wrong. He was going to steal one of his mother's cigarettes. His mother didn't know that Victor knew her secret. She was a smoker. Victor had found her stash of cigarettes and started to smoke himself. He took an occasional cigarette out of the jar where she hid them. He didn't think she would notice when one would occasionally go missing.

Victor got onto the step stool. He pushed good china that was kept on the top shelf out of the way. He retrieved the jar that contained the cigarettes and brought it down to be put on the counter. Ironically, this was the same procedure that Linda took when she snuck her own a cigarette. She didn't want her son to know she smoked. She wasn't proud of herself.

Victor turned the bowl upside down and let several cigarette's fall into his hand. He took one and put the rest back into the jar. It looked like the rest of them. The cigarette was white with an orange filter. He held it between his pointer and middle finger. He walked over to the gas stove and turned on the fire. It lit up. He put the cigarette into his mouth and lowered himself toward the flame. The cigarette ignited as he took a deep inhale. I moment later extinguished the flame. He walked to the kitchen table and took a seat with the cigarette between his pointer and middle fingers of his right hand.

He opened the window and enjoyed his smoke. He didn't have to worry about Mom coming home any time soon. She would be at Dad's until tomorrow. For once in his life he could relax while smoking. He was going to saver this smoking experience in a way he couldn't before.

Victor decided he wanted to eat something while smoking. It seemed like a fun thing to do. He put the cigarette down into a makeshift ashtray and got some ice cream from the freezer. He scooped some chocolate into a bowl.

He decided to treat himself to another cigarette since the last one was almost done. He crushed out the cigarette before picking up the jar to get a second one. This time, Victor was fooling around as he retrieved the cigarette. A bunch of them fell into his ice cream bowl, ruining them. After his mishap, there were only three left in the jar. Mom would certainly notice that some of her cigarettes were missing.

He looked at the cigarettes covered in chocolate ice cream. He couldn't return them to the jar. His mom would notice.

Victor panicked. He had to get rid of the ruined cigarettes and get a few more to replace them. He couldn't buy his own cigarettes, he was only thirteen. With his elbows on the table, Victor put his palms over his eyes with his fingers extending to his hairline. "What am I going to do?" Victor said to himself.