Women's Clothes

“We have to wear something,” I said. “It’s very cold. Something is better than nothing”

He nodded and handed me a box. “Just pick something for the both of us,” he said. I nodded. I dug my hands into the box and pulled out the blue dress for him-- the same one I saw when the lights flickered.

He started to put on the dress, but I grabbed him.

“Daddy, you have to put the whole thing on,” I said. I handed him bra and panties that matched: silken blue.

“That’s kind of gay, son,” he said.

“You’ll need layers to stay warm,” I argued. He looked about to say something, but instead just put on the underwear. I think I saw his cock get hard as he tucked it in.

I dug down into the box as well and found the strangest thing: my mom’s favorite clothes.

“Yesss,” said the voice, “become your mommy….”

I decided not to respond. I just slipped on what looked just like my mom’s Hanes Her way briefs, a comfortable bra, a small black skirt, and a blouse with a solid red color. I found a hair tie and my mom’s crucifix necklace. I put them on as well.

My dad looked at me like I was someone else. I think he even forgot for a second. He grabbed me and pulled me into a kiss.

His tongue was warm, his breath a little stale.

“Daddy,” I said, “I’m your son, not you wife.”

“You’re whoever I say you are,” he said in not his voice. His hands grabbed up through the skit and pulled the panties I’d just put on to the side-- I think he thought he was going to finger me. Instead he found my cock.

“What the fuck,” he said at that moment, remembering who he was and where he was. He dashed across the room. “Jesus son, I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me.”

“I think something strange is happening in this hotel,” I said. “But maybe we better avoid each other.”

“Good call,” he said. “Let’s just get some sleep and forget about this weirdness.”

He began walking up the stairs.

“Good night dad,” I said.

“Goodnight my wife,” he said in not quite his voice.