Charlene thinks Andrew is actually trans

15 minutes earlier:

Charlene’s mind was reeling as she tried to process this new discovery.

‘Andrew and Brian had sex, I’m sure ‘bout that. But why would Andrew go so far for a prank? I was certain he only liked girls. Maybe he was telling the truth and he really was shanghaied into all this? Nah, can’t be, that’s way too out there. He must be doing all this Andrea stuff on purpose. He must have wanted to have sex with Brian. Just look at how quickly he’s adapted to being a girl full-time; it’s almost as if he was born for it, that he wanted to be Andrea all along… Wait, that means she’s a—Oh God, what have I done to my baby?!!’.

15 minutes later:

Andrea and Charlene finally stopped crying.

“You run along and have yourself a shower, honey. I’ll lay out some fresh clothes for you”, Charlene instructed.

Andrew followed suit, having the best shower of his life as he felt the water wash away all the shame from his time as Andrea down the drain.

When he returned to his bedroom, he found some girly clothes waiting for him, consisting of a baby pink and blue skater dress with a low neckline and three-quarter sleeves, a matching belt, pink bra and G-string, white stockings and garter belt, plus the jewellery from the previous night.

Andrew thought this was a strange way to start a new leaf but figured all his remaining male clothes must be dirty or packed away, so begrudgingly he put on the ensemble, thinking he wouldn’t have to be wearing such items much longer.

Descending the stairs, Andrew found his mother finishing up a phone conversation.

“Yes, we’ll head down right away. Thank you so much for seeing us last minute. Toodles!”

Charlene regarded her offspring with overzealous awe, as if to make up for her past deriding remarks.

“Oh honey, you look so cute in that outfit! I have great taste for sure! Now I’ve just spoken with Doctor Jacobs, and I’ve managed to squeeze you into an appointment to get you all sorted out, but we’ve gotta hurry!”, Charlene explained.

As had become second nature to him, Andrew instinctively replied in his Andrea voice; “Like, okay… What for?”.

“Well I know that girls like you for specific medical… needs, and it just so happens that the doc has experience with girls like yourself”, Charlene elaborated.

A cold shiver crept up Andrew’s spine like water dripping from a stalagmite.

‘No. There’s no way she thinks that…’.

“But m-mom, I’m n-not a g-girl!”, Andrew stammered out.

“Sweetie, of course you are, even if you were born in the wrong body, or some backwards hicks think otherwise, trans women are just as much women as natural ones. Oop, sorry, not natural, how should I say it, you know… non-trans girls. I gotta say I’m pretty darn pleased you’ve turned out like this; you know how I’ve always wanted a daughter as well!”, Charlene tried to reassure Andrea.

Andrew stared at his mother in disbelief.

It was almost perverse how happy for ‘her’ Charlene seemed, the expression on her face being the proudest she had ever displayed.

It only heightened the rising nausea churning away in Andrew’s gut.