Jim got up from the couch and left the living room going up the stairs to his parents bedroom. As he entered the bedroom Jim couldn't help but smile as he closed the door leaving him alone in the bedroom. Jim unbuttoned the black blazer and flung it on the bed, then turned his attention to the blouse as he opened the top two buttons eagerly anticipating the view of his naked body. However something caught his attention before the third button. Jim looked in the mirror and saw his mom in her bedroom with the door closed, standing in her gray silk blouse, black nylons, skirt, and high heels.
Jim went over to the mirror as he watched his mom's reflection in the mirror do the same thing. A huge grin came to his face and to the reflection of his mom's face in the mirror, as Jim thought about how earlier in the day he was wearing his mom's clothes looking in this mirror staring at his face wishing he could be her and now he was once again in his mom's clothes staring in the mirror only this time his mom's reflection was staring right at him.
"Hi mom" Jim said as he watched the dark red lips of his mom's reflection move in the mirror.
"It's so nice to be able to walk around in your bedroom without having to worry about rushing out of it before everyone comes home. It's so nice to be able to wear all your clothes whenever I want. It's so nice to look in this mirror and see a reflection your proud off. Why is that you ask? Because this is my bedroom" Jim stated as he waved his hands around before moving over to the closet and opening it.
"These are my dresses, blouses, pants, skirts, and shoes" Jim said before closing the closet and moving over to the dresser.
"These are my sweaters, panties, nylons, bras, slips, teddies and nightgowns" Jim stated as he opened and closed drawers in the dresser. With all the drawers of the dresser closed Jim made his way over to the bed and sat down bouncing up and down on the bed as a few squeaks came from underneath the bed.
"This is my bed where I sleep with and fuck my husband." Jim got up from the bed and went back over to the mirror and once again saw his mom's reflection staring back at him.
"This is my body and reflection because I'm my Janet Stinson, I'm you mom" Jim stated as he began to unbutton the rest of the blouse. Only Jim's desire to explore his body was still their but now their was a new desire, to put on his mom's sweatshirt and sweat pants like she always did after work and then go downstairs and sit in her place on the couch watching television with his dad, exactly like his mom always did. What would Jim do?