It just needs some shaping. To the salon!

‘The masses have spoken! Ok, I know exactly what to say!’ PK’s voice in your head sounded different, almost like it was splitting its attention. Feeling PK take over his body, DJ winced. He thought about fighting against the entity, then realized he had been the one to ask it for help.

DJ felt his body uncross its legs and seat his foot back into the expensive high heel shoe. Standing up carefully, DJ felt PK step him closer to his mother. He could see the fire in her eyes as she stood in front of him, her hands on her hips. DJ’s tongue slipped out and covered his lips as he stood in front of his mother and copied her stance perfectly.

For Jackie, it was like looking in some sort of perverted mirror. She watched her son move with a grace that most of her daughters still lacked. There was one big difference, and she was actually amazed at how big it was. Staring down as her son stood in front of her in some of her favorite clothes, she could see his cock hardening and pressing out against the leather leggings. The stretchy material displayed it perfectly. Realizing she was staring at her son’s dick as it hardened in her clothes, she snapped her eyes up to meet his gaze. “Well? Explain yourself.”

“Simple Jackie, I’ve always been jealous. Not of Kenzie and her slutty ways, or Becca and her ability to get away with anything, or even Jaime and her headstrong ways. No, it has always been you. I’ve watched you be the perfect woman. So when I found out that I had to be a woman, I chose to be you.” Jackie’s brow furrowed at being called her first name by her only son. However, that was the least disturbing part of the statement she had just listened to. Her son had to be a woman? Was he trans? She would love him of course, but losing that dick…

Jackie’s thoughts slammed to a halt. She had just thought regretfully of her son losing his penis. Not because it would change who he was, or how hard his life might be, but because the world would have lost such a perfect cock. Jackie’s tongue slipped out to wet her own dry lips. She could feel that the other lips on her body were in quite the opposite situation. She was getting wet to her son while he was dressed up in her clothes. There was something she still didn't understand. “But honey, if you could have chosen anyone, why me? Your sister’s are all so much younger and prettier.”

She stopped and mentally ran through her daughters. She pictured each one. Becca in her cheerleading outfit, with her head buried in Jackie’s pussy. Jamie, naked except for a pair of tall high heeled boots and a strapon locking her to a bed. Kenzie’s legs split around hers and the two of them scissoring out by the pool. Then she thought of DJ, she couldn’t picture him as he was before, instead she pictured him as he stood there now.

DJ watched as his mother’s breathing began to speed up. He watched her cheeks flush and her nipples press out against her thin tank top. Was this turning her on? He felt PK release a portion of the control back to him now that he had been set on the right path. “Look Mom, they are fine, pretty even. But you? You are sexy. I want to be sexy like you Mom.”

Jackie’s libido pounded against her as she fought for control over her own body. She wanted to reach out and pull DJ up against her and play out all the scenes that had slid through her mind just then. But that would have been wrong. DJ was her youngest child and she could not do what her mind was telling her to. Stepping back to create distance between the two she nodded at his explanation, even if it didn’t make any sense to her at the time. “Why didn’t you tell me? I thought you and I could talk honey?”

DJ winced and realized that he was going to have to come up with some lie. Something believable. “I wanted to surprise you. After prom tomorrow, I was gonna spend the whole vacation learning to be like you so when you got home I could show you. Hell, I was on the way to get my nails done just now.”

The idea that her son had felt like he couldn’t share this with her crushed her. Jackie had always prided herself on an open line of communication between her and her children. She knew how to handle the girls, DJ had always just been different. She winced, realizing that this was likely at least as much her fault as his. Hearing him talk about getting his nails done, she looked down and saw his raw and chewed fingernails. “Your toes are probably worse aren’t they?”

DJ managed a suitable look of chagrin as he looked at the floor between them and nodded. Jackie turned to look at her son again and felt a decision fall into place. “Well, if you are going to be me, we can’t have that. Get your purse.” She turned on her booted heels and moved towards the door to the garage. “It is time for a mother daughter day.”

DJ felt PK slip back over control as his body followed his mother out to the car. “Mom? Do you think we could just pretend to be girlfriends instead?” His body slipped into the passenger side of the car as his mother paused to think the question over.

She turned the idea of the two being friends over and felt that it might help DJ learn what it was like as a woman better. “Girlfriends sounds perfect.” Slipping into the car to join him, she began to back it out of the garage. “Just a pair of girls out getting their nails done.”

PK’s giggle in DJ’s mind made him worry for the future.