They had discovered an expansive dress

"Yesterday Alison was searching something in the laundry, when she made a discovery." Your mother began explaining and walked to a desk on the side of the room. She lifted up something sparkling in the light. You looked at it and saw it was a woman's jacket with a golden pattern and a matching skirt. "It belongs to neither of us."

"I don't know who it belongs to." You said not recognizing the clothes.

"We too thought so, but Alison was a little unsure. So she sneaked into your room to make sure."

"You did what?" You couldn't believe that your sister entered your room without your permission.

"What I discovered makes up for the misconduct." Alison justified herself.

"Standing in your room were these." Your mother held up a pair of black high heels with golden paillettes on the front.

"That can't be. I don't have any high heels and neither have I seen them before." You tried to defend yourself not recognizing the shoes too.

"I saw them there too." Your mother said to confirm they really were standing in your room. "But what is more interesting is what we found in your wardrobe." She put the shoes down and picked up the next item. "A black top." She showed it to you, before showing the next thing. "This thong and bra, I must say quite the big bust." She held up a golden leopard-embroidered thong and strapless bra made for a woman with D- or DD-cups. "These earrings." Next she showed you fancy golden earrings. "A make-up kit. And finally this wig." Last your mother picked up a wig with long wavy blond hair.

"I don't recognize neither of them and I don't know how they got into my room." You replied, but also began to doubt yourself.

"We would have believed that somebody was playing a trick on you, if we didn't had found this photo ..." Alison pointed to the table in front of her. "... and if we wouldn't be seeing you now."

You walked to the table and picked up the photo. You saw a beautiful woman sitting on a chair in an expansive looking room wearing the just shown clothes.

You recognized the room due to the style of the furniture. It looked like the one in the suit of the hotel, in which you had met Richard twice, as far as you could remember. You then looked closer and felt like you had seen the woman before. You covered her hair and body with your hands and just looked at her face. There it hit you. The woman was wearing make-up, but you recognized her face: the woman was you.

With an wide open mouth you let the photo fall to the ground.

"Can you explain it?" Your mother asked not angry, but disbelieving that the woman in the picture and the boy she raised the past 18 years should be the same person.

"I ... I ..." You didn't found any words to respond and looked at the clothes you must have worn when the photo was taken.