Dinner Discussions

Aaron woke with a start, in panic and panting as heavily as he could under the girdle.

"Mom, are you okay?" It was Sarah.

Aaron tried to shoot his daughter a look given how she'd addressed him, but was too rattled and out of breath. "Just, help me get this off."

Taking Aaron back to his room, Sarah helped him take off the dress, stockings and girdle before leaving him to redress himself. Aaron wasn't too enthused with his replacement options. This was the first time he'd had to confront the fact that all his male clothes had been thrown out, and searching through the clothes for even a single pair of boxers or briefs was getting depressing. In the end, he gave up and threw on some panties, a bra (chest still needed management), a soft pink dressing gown that went to his thighs, and some slippers.

Returning downstairs, he saw Sarah had heated up some ready meals and set the table. Appreciating this, Aaron sat down at the table and gradually regained his composure. His surreal dream having falling into the swamp of his memory so only abstract recollections remained.

A few minutes of eating in silence, Aaron decided it was time for what was on his mind.

"Sarah, I think we can agree this job is a bust."

"Wait, that's what I wanted to talk to you about," she quickly got up from the table and returned with some printouts and some items.

"So first of all, I didn't even need to set up a new email account. I used to help Mom log into her email account, and I was able to remember the password. It's all set up!" With that she handed Aaron's phone over to him. It was now logged into his deceased wife's email. Most recent emails seemed spam and newsletter mail, but it still felt like quite an invasion of privacy. He looked up.

"Sarah, I'm not sure..."

"That's not all! I looked it up. You can use Mom's SSN too! All you have to do is visit a Social Security office with ID, and claim the **** thing was all a mistake!"

Aaron's eyes went wide. "That's fraud!"

"Hey, you've already got the driver's license, just use it so you can also use the SSN!"

Aaron bowed and ran his hands through his long hair. "I dunno Sarah. This is becoming way too much."

"I know, but how else are we going to make money."

"Well, we still have a bit in the bank account."

"Yeah... that's the other thing I wanted to talk to you about..."

Aaron's eyes widened, suddenly realizing what his daughter meant. "The bank cards! I still don't have my credit card, or ATM card... or anything!" He desperately tried to remember how much spare cash he had around the house. Honestly with all the moving, changing and reorganising, he still wasn't sure where everything was.

"Can't you access the money some other way?" asked Sarah.

"Yeah, show up in person to a bank branch. But I'd need my photo ID that's also at the police station, and also need to look... well..." gesturing at himself, "like the right sex. Besides it could take days to get new cards and if I had my ATM or credit cards back I could make transactions instantly."

"Yeah, your wallet is still at the police station. And Luke said it would need to be picked up by the owner with ID saying who they were."

"But how can I show ID if ID is part of what I'm trying to pick up... "

"That's actually not the problem anymore..."

"What do you mean?"

"Luke and Betty and I all chatted while the house was being unpacked. I'm not sure what he thought before, but now he's definitely under the impression that you're a widow."

Aaron groaned, putting his hands through his head again. Not sure what else to say, he continued eating in silence. Sarah did the same.

It was as Aaron was clearing up, the thought sunk in to Aaron, "No matter which way I look at it... If I want to solve this, I may have to talk to Luke again... looking like this!"

Sarah smiled, "Don't worry, I'm sure he'll be happy to help."