Sneak back into the house

As she turned from the mirror to grab her purse, keys and the finishing touches of make up, I heard the clicking of her heels begin to gather her things and head for the door. That’s when I made my move. I silently crept in to the house through the side door in the garage which I left unlocked earlier in the day. As quietly moved through the garage I unzipped my bag and removed my ray gun. I slowly cracked the garage door into the house open and stuck the tip of the gun through and waited. I heard my mother’s footsteps coming down from the second floor of our house and make her way to the front door. Thankfully our door to the garage is in a place that has a direct view of our front door but is at an angle where you don’t notice it when you are leaving the house.

Just as my mom passed me and got centered into my line of fire, I pulled the trigger and zapped her in the entryway before she reached the front door. As she deflated, I noticed a decorative sign hanging by the front door that I always ignored and it said, “home is where the heart is.”

I thought to myself, how true.

I walked through the garage door and wanted to make get suited up quickly so she wouldn’t be late. As I closed the door behind me noticed that my mom was laid out neatly on the floor like a costume. I hurriedly removed my clothes and unzipped her and stuck my leg in, enjoying the welcome feeling of the costume fusing to my body as my leg became hers. I put her on and zipped her up. As soon as the zipper reached the top of my neck, it became unnoticeable. I became her. No longer a costume, I was again my mom.

I walked back to the mirror to double check that I looked acceptable, I noticed that my mom was wearing a simple gold chain necklace with a small pendant around her neck and her fingers and toenails had been painted a matching peach color. Her brunette hair had been put up in a bun, held in place by a large plastic clip. A slight waxy taste of her lip gloss was on my tongue, and when I turned my head, I caught a whiff of her delightful floral perfume. She was all dolled up, which was what I had been hoping for so that I could go out without having to figure out how to put myself together. Altogether I felt cute and comfortable, and I continued to the door in my mom's body, the feeling of the linen blouse loosely brushing my mid-section, the whole thing made me want to giggle. Luckily, my heels weren’t very high, so I didn’t have to worry about struggling to walk. I shuddered at the idea of wiping out in high heels, its wouldn’t be to embarrassing for me but I knew that my mom would never leave the house again for socializing if that happened to her.