Take over his mom's life

Once home, Luke made sure Jessica brushed her teeth and changed into her pajamas. He tucked her into bed, stroking her hair until her eyelids grew heavy and she drifted off to sleep, a contented smile on her face. "Goodnight, sweetie," he whispered, his voice a soft echo of his mother's.

As he closed Jessica's door, Luke's expression shifted from one of warmth and love to one of cold determination. He made his way to his own room, his heels clicking softly against the hardwood floor.

I can't let her neglect Jessica anymore, he thought, his mind racing with plans and possibilities. I won't let her hurt my little sister. I need to take her place, become her, give Jessica the mother she deserves.

He sat down at his desk, his reflection staring back at him in the mirror. Amanda's face looked determined, her blue eyes filled with a cold calculation. He knew he had to be smart, had to be careful. He had to make sure his plan was foolproof, that there was no room for error.

He waited until the house was quiet, until his parents' bedroom was filled with the soft sounds of their sleeping breaths. Then, he slipped out of his room, his heart pounding in his chest as he made his way down the hall. He paused outside their door, listening for any sign of wakefulness. When he was sure they were asleep, he carefully pushed open the door and stepped inside.

The room was bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight, casting long shadows across the floor. He could see his mother's form under the blankets, her light brown hair splayed out on the pillow. He tiptoed over to her side of the bed, his eyes scanning the nightstand until he spotted her phone. He picked it up, his fingers wrapping around the cool metal, and quickly made his way out of the room, his heart hammering in his chest.

Back in his room, he closed the door behind him, his breath coming in quick gasps. He had done it. He had the first piece of the puzzle. He sat down at his desk, his mother's phone in his hand, and pressed it to his face. The screen lit up, recognizing his mother's features, the screen lighting up with notifications and messages. He quickly cloned the phone to his own, ensuring he had access to every aspect of her digital life. He now had access to everything - her messages, her emails, her social media accounts. He was one step closer to becoming her.

He opened his laptop, his fingers flying over the keyboard as he logged into his mother's social media accounts. He spent hours scrolling through her messages, her posts, her photos, absorbing every detail of her online persona. He responded to pending messages, mimicking her style, her tone, her mannerisms. He made sure to delete any trace of his activity, ensuring that she wouldn't suspect a thing.

Days turned into weeks, and Luke became a master of deception. He impersonated Amanda to the unseen eyes on the other side of the screen, convincing even her closest friends that he was her. He even started hanging out with the neighbors, blending in seamlessly, his performance flawless, his deception undetectable.

He knew he needed to bide his time, to wait for the perfect opportunity. And then, one day, it arrived. He saw a message on Amanda's phone, a group chat with her friends, planning a weekend getaway to a cabin in the woods. They were all meeting there, no carpooling, no shared rides. A slow, devious grin spread across Luke's face. This was it. This was his chance.

The next day, He sabotaged the car, his fingers deftly disconnecting wires, and loosening bolts, ensuring that it would break down midway through the journey. Luke then visited his mother's friend, Susan, impersonating his mom. He chatted with her, mimicking his mother's mannerisms perfectly, blending in seamlessly. As he was leaving, he spotted a hair clip on the counter, the metal glinting in the sunlight. He palmed it quickly, slipping it into his pocket, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. He needed it, needed her face, to make his plan foolproof.

The day of the trip arrived. His mother, bustling around the house, packing her bags, bidding her kids goodbye. Luke watched her leave, his heart pounding with anticipation. He rushed to his mother's room, transforming into her, using Susan's hair clip to transform his head into that of Susan.

He grabbed his bike, his body humming with anticipation as he sped down the street, the wind whipping through his hair. He knew the route to the cabin, knew the shortcuts that would get him there faster. He knew that he had to be quick, that he had to be careful, that he had to be perfect.

As he rounded a bend, he saw it: his mother's car, broken down by the side of the road, the hood popped open, steam billowing out. He slowed his bike, his heart hammering in his chest as he approached. He could see his mother, her back to him as she leaned over the engine, her frustration evident in the set of her shoulders.

He stopped the bike, his hands shaking slightly as he reached into his pocket, pulling out the chloroform-soaked rag. He hid it behind his back, his smile wide and friendly as he approached.

"Amanda?" he called out, his voice a perfect mimic of Susan's. "Is that you? What happened to your car?"

His mother turned, her eyes widening in shock as she saw him. "Susan?" she stammered, her brow furrowed in confusion. "What are you doing here? And why are you wearing my clothes?"

Luke smiled, his heart pounding with exhilaration. "I thought I'd surprise you," he said, his voice steady, his gaze unwavering. "I thought we could ride up to the cabin together."

His mother's eyes narrowed, suspicion clouding her gaze. "Susan, what's going on?" she demanded, her voice sharp. "Why are you acting so strange?"

Luke laughed, the sound low and menacing. "I'm not Susan, Mother," he said, his voice dropping to a growl. "I'm your son. I'm Luke. And I'm here to take your place."

Before his mother could react, Luke lunged, the chloroform-soaked rag pressed firmly against her nose and mouth. She struggled, her eyes wide with fear and shock, but it was no use. Within moments, her body went limp, her consciousness fading away.

Luke caught her, his arms wrapping around her as he lowered her to the ground. He looked down at her, his heart filled with a mix of love and hatred, of longing and resentment. He knew that he had to do this, that he had to become her, for Jessica's sake. For his own sake.

He quickly stripped his mother naked, his eyes lingering on her body, her curves, her perfection. He knew that he had to memorize every detail, every inch of her, if he was going to become her completely. He slipped on her clothes, her underwear, her shoes, her hair clip, becoming a perfect replica of her, down to the last detail.

He bound her wrists and ankles with rope, his movements quick and efficient. He gagged her mouth, silencing any screams that might escape. He knew that he had to be thorough, that he had to leave no trace of his deception.

As he worked, he could feel the power coursing through him, the exhilaration, the control. He was no longer Luke. He was Amanda. And he was unstoppable.

She stared up at him, her eyes filled with fear and betrayal. He told her everything, his obsession, his plan, his love for Jessica. He told her that she was a terrible mother, that she had neglected her children, that she had failed them in every way that mattered. He told her that he was going to take her place, that he was going to be the mother Jessica deserved.

He grabbed the shovel from the back of the car, the metal cold and hard in his hands. He started to dig, the earth yielding beneath his strength, the hole growing deeper and deeper. His mother struggled, her screams growing louder, her terror palpable. But Luke didn't falter, didn't hesitate. He knew what he had to do, and he was going to see it through, no matter what.

He rolled her into the hole, her body thrashing, her eyes filled with tears. He started to shovel the dirt back in, the earth covering her, burying her, silencing her forever. He worked methodically, his breaths coming in ragged gasps, his body covered in sweat. And when it was done, when the last of the dirt had been packed down, he stood there, his heart pounding, his body trembling, his soul forever changed.

He called one of her trip friends, his voice mimicking hers perfectly. He told them that the car had broken down, that he would meet them at the cabin later. He hung up, his heart filled with a sense of triumph, of victory, of finality.

He was Amanda now, in every way that mattered. The old Amanda was gone, buried beneath the earth, her sins and her failures interred with her. And Luke, the overlooked, the unremarkable, was gone too, replaced by a new Amanda, a devoted mother, a loving parent, a **** to be reckoned with.

He smiled, his heart filled with a sense of purpose, of determination, of love. He was going to be the best mother Jessica could ever ask for. He was going to love her, to cherish her, to protect her, no matter what. And he knew, in that moment, that he had made the right choice, the only choice. He had become his mother, and he was never going to look back.

{ What do you do next, Luke (as Amanda)? }

Option 1: Return home and start your new life as Amanda, focusing on being the best mother you can be to Jessica.

Option 2: Go to the cabin and solidify your new identity with your mother's friends, ensuring that no one suspects the truth.