Jeff, now in the form of his mother, stood in front of her wardrobe, smirking to himself as he sifted through the clothes. His smaller, daintier hands felt alien but strangely fitting as he thumbed through blouses, skirts, and dresses. Every so often, he would stop and hold up an outfit to admire it in the mirror. He'd already tried on a few, laughing at how surreal it felt to see himself—well, his mom—posing like a model in a tight pencil skirt or a floral sundress, knowing it was really him.
Finally, he settled on something casual but fitting and felt comftable with still getting use to the new chest and missing dick, for his mischievous plans: a pair of high-waisted jeans that hugged his mom’s body just right, paired with a soft pink blouse that highlighted the feminine curve of her shoulders. He even found one of her necklaces, a delicate gold chain, and clasped it around his neck. Looking in the mirror, he twirled and admired his handiwork.
“Not bad, Mom,” he said to himself, trying to mimic her voice and mannerisms. It wasn’t perfect, but it would pass, especially with Henry being so unsuspecting.
Just as he finished adjusting the outfit, he heard the front door slam. “Perfect timing,” he muttered with a smirk, smoothing out his blouse and preparing to put on his performance.
Henry came bounding into the house, calling out, “Jeff? You here? Oh, wait, no… you’re not… Mom?” His eyes lit up as he spotted who he thought was his mother standing in the living room.
“Mom! You’re home!” Henry exclaimed, running up to her and throwing his arms around her for his usual loving hug like he always does when he gets home from school or friend or anywhere with him only being 10. Jeff, caught off guard by how genuinely warm and affectionate his little brother was being, hesitated for just a moment before hugging him back tightly. It felt… odd, but in a good way?
Henry pulled back slightly, looking up at “his mom” with a grin. “You didn’t kiss my forehead, though. You always do that,” he said, his tone slightly confused.
Jeff blinked, realizing he’d missed a detail in his act. He quickly smiled and tousled Henry’s hair instead. “Oh, sorry, sweetie! I guess I’m a little distracted,” he said, trying to mimic their mom’s warm tone. It must have worked because Henry’s confusion melted into a smile.
“So, what are you doing back so early?” Henry asked, tilting his head. “I thought you were at Aunt Susan’s for the weekend.”
Thinking quickly, Jeff lied, “Plans changed. so im here And got invited to stay with his friends for the weekend with him being happy not baby sit you and do that with me back, so it’s just you and me, buddy.”
Henry frowned. “I never needed a babysitter, Mom. I can look after my self! I'm 10!”
Jeff had to suppress a laugh at how cute Henry sounded when he got indignant. He ruffled his little brother’s hair again. “Of course, you’re not a baby,” he said, channeling all the “mom energy” he could muster. “But since it’s just the two of us, I figured we could spend some quality time together.”
Henry gave a suspicious look. “What kind of quality time?”
“Shopping!” Jeff declared cheerfully, clapping his hands together for effect. “You need some new clothes, mister.”
Henry groaned loudly, his entire body slumping. “Ugh, Mom, no! I hate shopping!”
Jeff grinned, enjoying how easy it was to play the authoritative mother. He crossed his arms and gave Henry a stern look. “I don’t want to hear it, young man. We’re going, and that’s final. You need new clothes for school, and I’m not taking no for an answer.”
Before Henry could protest further, Jeff grabbed his hand and marched him toward the door. He couldn’t help but chuckle internally at how much fun he was already having being able to control Henry like this with no him trying to fight him every second. Henry was going to get the full “mom experience” whether he liked it or not, and he is going to get some well... interesting clothes for school that is for sure.
The walk to the mall was short, but Jeff made sure to keep the mood light, chatting with Henry about school and his friends, just like their mom would. Henry, still grumbling about the shopping trip, couldn’t help but answer. Jeff found himself surprisingly enjoying the back-and-forth, feeling a pang of nostalgia for when they were closer as siblings, before they got too old for Henry to be the annoying little brother and not the loving little brother who he use to play fight with and make up storys and would look up to Jeff like he was superman or something.
When they arrived at the mall, Jeff wasted no time dragging Henry into a department store. He made a big show of picking out various outfits for his little brother, intentionally choosing a mix of embarrassing options—brightly colored shirts with little kid cartoon characters, pants that were way too... short but still fit , and even a couple of outfits that leaned toward being outright feminine.
“Mom! No way am I trying that on!” Henry protested when Jeff handed him a particularly garish shirt with a glittery unicorn on it what showed all his arms of.
“Oh, yes, you are,” Jeff said, placing his hands on his hips in a perfect imitation of their mom. “And if you don’t, I’ll pick out even more of the same thing and change you into them my self. Now, scoot!”
Henry groaned but took the pile of clothes and trudged into the fitting room. Jeff followed, conveniently leaving the door slightly ajar “by accident” so he could see Henry’s embarrassed expressions as he tried on each ridiculous outfit and him and the whole shop can see him in his underwear.
“Mom, this is so dumb!” Henry whined as he came out in a pair of shorts that were way too short for comfort and the tight well fitted girls pink unicorn top.
Jeff pretended to stifle a laugh, tapping a finger to his chin as if appraising the outfit. “I don’t know… I think it’s cute.” taking a pic on his phone for later use.
“It’s not cute!” Henry snapped, his face bright red.
By the time they were done, Henry was thoroughly mortified, and Jeff was having the time of his life. He even insisted Henry wear one of the more embarrassing shirts out of the store, claiming it was “too adorable to pass up.” Henry begrudgingly agreed, muttering about how unfair it all was.
Jeff wasn’t done yet. He led Henry to a nearby restaurant for lunch, where he made a point of ordering something childish for him off the kid’s menu. “You’re still my baby boy,” Jeff teased, patting Henry’s head in a mockingly affectionate way.
Henry buried his face in his hands, groaning loudly. “Mom, stop embarrassing me!”
Jeff just laughed, feeling triumphant. This was better than he’d imagined. However, in the back of his mind, he couldn’t shake a small worry about the program still running on the computer at home. If anyone else found it… well, things could get interesting. But for now, he was too busy relishing his newfound power to care.
The weekend was only beginning, and Jeff—or Zoey, for now—had plenty more ideas for his day as mom with Henry in mind and with other things as well.