Glassy-eyed Old Lady

Ash thought his options over.

Untangling the various options on hand at the moment, one stuck out from them all.

"I want to be an old lady who hangs around the house and drinks wine." Ash announced, getting a nod from his mother. While a strange request, there had to be weirder.

"Of course, dear." Delia answered, picking up an aerosol can from her vanity. "Close your eyes, dear."

Ash complied, feeling the spray on his hair. When his eyes eventually opened back up, locks of silvery white hair now adorned his hair. Still in his original hairstyle, but some brushing by way of Delia turned the jaggy mess into straight locks.

"Turn around."

Complying, his mother got to work doing the makeup. This was the make or break moment. Getting her makeup kit out, she began applying the various wrinkles and other aging effects. Once she was done, the 'mother' gave her 'son' a slight tap.

"Thank you, dear." 'Ash' announced, doing quite an impressive old lady impression. It would be something that needed to be worked on. Perhaps even altered to make it all the more convincing. But that was for another day. Right now, they needed to get this old lady dressed.

"Here's your panties and bra."

Ash accepted the granny panties, slipped off his clothes. Then came the panties, a bra with saggy false breasts following. This, much like the vocal cords could possibly be altered.

The fitting of a girdle came next, with a slip dress and heels coming after.

"What do you think, Ava?" Delia inqiured, getting a thumbs up. "Now, lets celebrate."