Andrea had been planning this since her son was released from police custody. She had been adding an elixir to his juice in the morning that would make her son more suggestible. She started with a very small dose and had been increasing the quantity as the days and weeks progressed. Today, was Jared's court date. It was time to push it to the limit.

Andrea's wayward son had been in trouble almost since the day he was born. She tried her best to guide him, but it hadn't worked. It had gone too far, she resorted to drastic measures.

She entered his room. Today he would appear before the judge. Jared had already drunk his spiked juice. He was in his room getting ready for his court appearance.

The sun danced through the curtains, casting playful patterns across the room as Andrea stood beside Jared's closet, a flowery powder blue dress in hand.

"Hey, sweetheart," she begins, her tone soft and reassuring, "I was thinking it might be nice to wear this dress today. You know what your lawyer said, 'You should look innocent and sweet'."

"He just said Innocent."

"So, I added the sweet part. You're my sweet boy."

Jared, sitting cross-legged on the bed, looks up from his book with a furrowed brow. Andrea had made progress in transforming her son. His posture and mannerisms were becoming distinctly feminine and he was wearing panties instead of his preferred male boxers.

"I don't know, Mom. I've never worn a dress before."

Andrea nodded understandingly, taking a seat beside Jared. "That's okay, honey. But hear me out. This dress is so pretty, and it's going to be warm today. Plus, remember how you said you liked the color? You have always loved blue."