Getting Dressed

"You see?" Aubry told her son in a soothing tone as she watched her husband leave the bedroom, "Alex agrees with me! You just need some sensible clothes and something to eat. It's no big deal!"

She watched the look of frustration on her son's face, a look she herself had made many times before. It was going to be so fun having another 'her' around the house. Almost like having a twin sister, only better! Now that Mark had transformed the way he had, Aubry could see her workload, her responsibilities split in half, something she'd always dreamed of happening. Mark wouldn't mind, of course. He was her, after all. And splitting things down the middle was much better than doing everything, so how could he complain?

Finally deciding, Aubry grabbed the final hanger from the closet and brought it to her son. "This is the one," she said confidently, "I wore this one last year for our anniversary." It was a short black dress with a low-cut neckline. Alex had gone wild when he saw her in it. He had taken her to a fancy restaurant, they'd had a bit too much to drink, and acted like teenagers in love. They'd laughed too hard at each other's jokes, said too many syrupy compliments to each other, and made love in the restroom. She handed the dress to Mark and saw the grimace on his face.

"No buts, mister," she said firmly, knowing what was good for him, "You put this dress on now. I won't have a son wandering around this house naked in _my _body."

"Mom! This is too..."

"Too what? Expensive? Fancy? Don't worry about things like that. My clothes are now your clothes. We'll share!"

"Too sexy!" her son whined, a tone she did not relish, especially now that he had her voice.

"Just sexy enough," she said firmly, "and if you plan on staying in this house, you'll put it on right now. Besides, Alex deserves to see his wife dolled up every once and a while. I'm already dressed, so it's up to you."

Aubry watched her son's eyes get wide for a moment. Was it something she had said? She went over their conversation in her mind, but couldn't find anything. Maybe he was just shy. Whatever the case, she was sick of it. It was her body, after all, and she wasn't going to see it dressed in a teenage boy's pajamas.

Grabbing the pajama top, she ripped it open, allowing the buttons to go flying across the room. "You won't be needing this anymore," Aubry said with a smile, then bent down and pulled her son's pants down. She was pleased to see that the neat trim she had given herself the night before had been translated to her son's private's as well. Alex would be pleased.

"Okay! Okay! Stop it!" Mark said, "Just let me do it already! I'll wear your stupid dress, just let me do it myself!"

Aubry smiled, "Thanks sweetie," she turned and began to leave the room, but called back over her shoulder, "but it's not my dress, it's our dress. I'll see you at breakfast!"

She didn't know what it was, but something about that day felt great. Maybe it was a change in the weather, but something told Aubry that her day was going to be special. For the life of her, though, she had no idea why.