Peta Anderson had combined ricotta cheese, mozzarella cheese, a quarter cup of Parmesan cheese, and eggs in a large bowl and set it aside. The prepared meat was already in the baking dish, now was time to place the lasagna noodles on top and then sprinkle the cheese mixture on top of that. The final step for the first layer was to pour Ragu sauce on top of everything.

Peta didn't have a chance, her front doorbell rang. She went over to answer the door. One of her neighbors was standing there. It was Mrs. Merle Douglas, she was the middle-aged woman who lived down the street. She had a determined look on her face.

"Your son stole my life," she said.

"My son what?"

"Your son, I mean the person you think is your son, stole my life. He isn't your son at all. He is an old lady. I mean I'm really your son James.

Peta looked over the woman, she was in her late fifties. Definitely middle-aged, but not so old as to be called an old lady. Not by an adult anyway. James might call a woman this old an old lady though. What did he know, he was only fifteen and Merle was his grandmother's age.

Merle was wearing a loose-fitting polyester print tunic with a matching polyester skirt, slip-on white shoes, and nude knee-high stockings. Merle's hair was permed and she wore gold-tone sphere clip-on earrings. She wore casual makeup: lipstick, blush, and a touch of eye shadow.

"You're my son James?"

"Yes, Mom."

Peta looked her over even more closely than before. "I believe you," she said at last. "What are we going to do?"

"All we have to do is confront her and swap back clothing. Once she is in her clothes and I'm in mine we can send the lady packing and it'll all be over."

"But what is she refuses?"

"If we both confront her, she'll know she can't get away with it. She has to give me back my life."

"Alright."

The pair walked to James' room. Peta opened the door. James was sitting in front of his computer playing the latest version of "Call Of Duty." He was annoyed at being disturbed by his mother.

"What do you want?"

"Lady," Merle demanded, "give me back my life!"

"What?"

"You heard him," Peta stated angrily, "I know you are not my son. It's all over."

"What are you talking about?" James was totally confused.