Luke decides to impersonate someone

Luke's heart pounded with a mix of excitement and nervousness as he grabbed his mother's yellow sundress, along with her pink bra and panties, from the laundry pile. He dashed upstairs, his steps light and quick, and slipped into his mother's room, locking the door behind him.

The room was filled with the soft, sweet scent of Amanda's perfume, a mix of jasmine and vanilla that always lingered in her wake. Luke looked around, taking in the neatly made bed, the dresser adorned with framed family photos, and the walk-in closet that held his mother's extensive wardrobe.

He set the sundress and lingerie down on the bed, his hands trembling slightly as he began to undress. He pulled off his t-shirt, his pale, slim torso reflected in the full-length mirror across the room. He kicked off his sneakers and socks, then slid his jeans down his legs, leaving him standing in just his boxers.

Luke picked up the pink bra, his fingers tracing the lace detailing. He could feel his heart racing as he put it on, the cups hanging loose against his flat chest. He closed his eyes, and a warmth spread across his chest, like a gentle, tingling caress. He felt his skin stretching, his flesh filling out the bra. When he opened his eyes, he saw his mother's breasts—round, firm, and perfectly filling out the C-cup bra. He touched them, marveling at their softness and weight.

Next, he slipped on the pink panties. They were soft and silky, with a delicate lace trim. As he pulled them up, he felt another wave of warmth, this time spreading across his hips and between his legs. He watched in the mirror as his narrow hips widened, his ass rounding out to fill the panties. He turned, admiring the curve of his—no, his mother's—ass in the mirror. He could feel the soft, downy hair between his legs, the gentle pressure of the panties against his new pussy.

Finally, Luke picked up the yellow sundress. It was soft and light, with thin straps and a flowing skirt that fell to mid-thigh. He pulled it over his head, the fabric cascading down his new curves. As the dress settled into place, he felt the final transformation take hold.

His shoulders narrowed, his waist cinched in, and his arms became slender and toned. His dark brown hair lengthened, falling in soft waves around his shoulders. His face shifted, his jaw softening, his cheekbones becoming more pronounced, his lips fuller. When he looked in the mirror, it was his mother's face that stared back at him—her blue eyes, her small, straight nose, her high cheekbones.

Luke ran his hands over his new body, marveling at the softness of his skin, the curve of his hips, the weight of his breasts. He was no longer Luke; he was Amanda, the elegant, sophisticated woman who commanded respect and admiration wherever she went.

He walked around the room, getting used to the feel of his new body. He could feel the sway of his hips, the bounce of his breasts with each step. He sat down at the vanity, picking up his mother's brush and running it through his long, silky hair. He applied a coat of lipstick, the deep red color making his full lips pop.

Luke—now Amanda—stood up, smoothing down the sundress. He was ready to take on the world, to be the boss of the house. But first, he needed a plan.