You enter your Mother's room, strangely taking care and shutting the door gently, locking it behind you. You walk toward your Mother's walk in closet, feeling a strange feeling of anticipation in your chest. You feel a certain attraction to a little black dress and a matching pair of high heels in the center of the room. Almost as if they were expecting you. You feel the strange need to strip off your clothes in order to put these clothes on you.
A strange need that you indulge without any hesitation.
You strip off your pants and shirt quickly, and pause to look at the dress and heels you are about to put on. "I suppose these would look strange in that," you say referring to your boxers and socks. You walk over to your Mother's dresser, opening it and finding a matching bra and pantie set which would look great with that you think. You strip off your boxers and socks, the last remaining articles of male clothing you have and begin putting on your Mom's underwear. The silk of the pantie feels soft against the skin of your legs, until the softly caress your undercarriage and erect penis. You then put your arms through the corresponding holes, the soft cups pressing against your breast less chest. You next feel the need to put on some pantyhose, as your legs begin getting goosebumps from the air conditioning vent right above you. You dig through your Mother's dresser finding a pair of black one's that would go nicely with the dress and heels. You observe yourself in the mirror for a moment, a small pair of breasts sprouting from your chest, your penis nearly gone, your hair lengthened to about shoulder length.
You look at yourself in the mirror, halfway between your Mother and you. After closing the dresser, you walk back into the center of the spacious walk in closet where the black heels and dress await you. You start with the dress, observing the sleeves that have a sort of design on them. You slide the soft material onto your arms, with the design of the sleeves letting air slightly reach your arms. The material presses against your chest like the bra did, as your breasts expand to a C cup and your abdomen becomes that of your Mother's, c section scars and all. You stretch to seal the dress, zipping up the back and carefully avoiding your long brown hair with gray streaks. You look in the mirror, seeing the few wrinkles on your face which you will fix in a moment with your makeup. You would recognize your new face as your Mother's but this trance you are in is leading you to the black heels and the sealing of your fate. You step into the heels, then walk out of the closet into the restroom, your heels clacking as they hit the tile floor of the restroom.
You saunter into the bathroom, your new wide hips swaying naturally with your every step. Looking into the bathroom mirror, you begin applying foundation to your face.
As you do your makeup, the changes to your body continue. Your bust swells even further, giving you a pair of D-cups to match your mother's. Your waist thins as your bubble butt grows and your legs become long and shapely. Of course, you are oblivious to the transformation while in your trance. You don't even notice when your manhood vanishes from between your legs and is replaced by a vagina.
By the time you finish putting on eye shadow and lipstick, you could pass for your mother's twin. Your long brown hair cascades down to your lower back and your emerald-green eyes shine beneath long eyelashes. You admire your reflection for a moment, striking several seductive poses in front of the mirror.
Suddenly, you hear the door to the bedroom open and your mother walks in. Having just been caught dressing up in her things, you expect her to be mad, but she instead just smiles as she sees you in her black dress.
"That's a good look for you," Mom says gleefully. "How about we go to the mall and find you some pretty clothes of your own?"