Jeff no longer had eyes or ears, yet somehow, he could see and hear. High up above him, his mother looked down and smiled as she picked him up. "What a lovely wig you make," she said in her mischievous voice. "You'll look perfect as part of your father's costume when he performs tonight."
Has Jeff been able to, he would have groaned. When he was a little kid, he knew his father performed at a nightclub, but he wasn't sure exactly what. Then when he was ten, he woke up around midnight and found his parents getting home from one of Dad's performances-wearing a wig, makeup, dress, and looking very feminine.
His parents had sat down with him and explained that Dad was a female impersonator. He could very convincingly pass as a woman when dressed up and imitate several famous women easily. He did both standup and song/dance numbers and didn't even need to lip synch.
Jeff loved his father and accepted what he did; after all he was a good father and what he did provided a good living for his family. After he got a little older, he wondered if his father might be gay, but his parents' PDAs deemed to dispel that notion. Then a couple of times he spotted his parents being intimate when Dad was dolled up, and how Mom liked to do Dad's makeup and dress him up, and he wondered about HER. Finally, he just figured his mother had some weird fetish, and Dad helped fulfill it.
Jeff was placed inside a box, and everything went dark.
A faint hum told Jeff they were in a car. Then it stopped, and Jeff figured they were at the club Dad worked for.
The box was opened, and sure enough, Dad lifted Jeff out; he was about to change, dressed in a bathrobe and wig cap.. "Oh, it's beautiful!" he cried, and kissed Mom on the lips. "You always find the best items for me honey." He kissed her again, longer and Jeff was sure they were thrusting their tongues each other's mouths.
Mom broke off the kiss. "How about I help you get ready, dear," she said in a suggestive tone. "You know how much I love doing your makeup." Her face leaned in, and they nuzzled each other's noses.
"Not as much as I enjoy being made up by you," Dad replied, and Jeff saw his mother reach in, underneath the waist...
"And after the performance, how about we-?"
"Hey ladies," a lisping falsetto, likely belonging to another female impersonator, "get a room will you?"
It could have been worse, Jeff realized. Mom could have turned him into a pair of fake boobs, a piece of lingerie, or panties. Or worst of all, a gaff for Dad to tuck his privates into.