Sorry, Mom

 
“Jesus Christ, Aaron! Put on some clothes!”

“I’m sorry, Mom,” I said, “I just needed to get a clean pair of underwear.”

“Well, ok,” she said, slightly flustered, “Just – go take your shower, will you? Dinner’s almost ready.”

“Sure thing, Mom!” I said, hesitating for just a second as I almost started heading for the wrong bedroom.

As soon as I was around the corner, I let out a sigh of relief. Fuck! Even she wasn’t able to tell that I wasn’t really Aaron. I mean, I figured I’d be able to pull it off around his friends and stuff at school, but here I was fooling his own mother – my ex-wife! If only she knew it was me here inside our son’s body – especially since that bitch kicked me out of the house last month. Hell, maybe she’d like it! She did seem to get all excited when she saw me in my little boxer briefs out there… Maybe I’ll give her a few more little “peeks” just to fuck with her a little bit. My son’s quite the stud, actually, and I don’t think it would be all that out-of-character to start showing a little bit more skin around the house. And Aaron’s always been a momma’s boy, so would she really think anything was off if I started finding more excuses to hang around the house and just show off a little bit?

“Wow, Mom, dinner was awesome!” I said, looking at myself in the mirror as I stood in my son’s room, surrounded by all of his things, “Oh yeah, she’s gonna love hearing that!”

“Aaron?” she said from out in the hallway, “Did you say something, honey?”

“No, Mom,”’ I said, “Just about to hop in the shower!”

I smiled at my reflection, happy to be back in my own house even though I had to take over my own son’s body to do it. I wrapped a towel around my waist, grabbed Aarons shower caddy, and headed across the hallway to the bathroom. And you can bet  like hell that I left the door cracked open just a little bit too much….