When Jeremy arrived at Grandma's house, he was a bit nervous. He had gotten into trouble again and his mother made him come. He had envisioned a long list of chores waiting for him: sweeping the floor, washing the dishes, or perhaps even tidying up the garden. But as he stepped inside, he was greeted by the warm, inviting smell of freshly baked cookies and the cozy sight of Grandma nestled in her favorite armchair, a cup of tea in hand.

"Jeremy, dear! Come in! I'm so glad to see you!" Grandma exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with joy.

Relieved but perplexed, Jeremy settled into the chair across from her. "Hey, Grandma! Mom said I should do what you want me to," he said, half expecting her to point him toward a list of tasks.

"Oh, sweetheart," Grandma chuckled lightly. "I want you to be my best friend, but those clothes will never do. Let's get you changed."

"What?" Jeremy asked. He didn't understand what was going on. But he followed Grandma as she walked to the guest room in Grandma's home. She pulled out a lilac dress out of the closet and put it on the bed. Jeremy didn't know what she was doing. Next, she walked to her drawer and got out a white full-cut cotton pantie, a soft bra, and white tights. All of the apparel in the room had belonged to Grandma's friend Ellen who had recently died.

"Here put these on."

Jeremy didn't know what to day. Something was wrong with Grandma if she thought that he would wear her apparel. As he was thinking about what to do, Jeremy started to remove the clothes he was wearing. He didn't want to, but he couldn't help himself.

"What's happening?" he asked rhetorically.

"You are becoming my best friend, silly"

"I can't stop myself."

"Your mom told you that you had to do everything I said."

As soon as he had completely disrobed, he pulled the panties up his legs and the bra around his chest. He reached behind himself and fastened the hooks. Once dressed in the apparel of an elderly woman, Grandma led him to the sitting room again. Jeremy took a seat, as his mind clouded over.

Jeremy didn't think of himself as Jeremy anymore, he thought of himself as Ellen, a woman in her seventies. He saw his grandma as his best friend, Mary. They began to chat.

"I saw Henry the other day," Mary began, referring to Ellen's eldest grandson. "My goodness, he's the spitting image of your Bill. Same eyes, same crooked smile."