I don’t know if a sorority ever hosted a party with a theme of “come as your mum”, but I wouldn’t be surprised if it was a real thing. Personally, I just like the phrase: “Come as your Mum.” It trips off the tongue so nicely. And it’s a concept that must surely resonate with anyone who discovered the joys of cross-dressing at a young age. (“Come as your sis” just doesn’t have the same cadence. Plus, I don’t have a sister.) Anyway, here’s how the whole thing might go down if and when one poor sod’s mother really buys into the idea. And we’re talking about a serious buy-in here, where the intent is to turn the son into a veritable doppelgänger of the mother. Enjoy!
Incidentally, I was trying to work in something about the son becoming the spitting image of his mother at the time of his conception—which is sort of an interesting idea and at the same time kind of a huge mind-fuck (pardon my language)—but it just wasn’t a fit with the plot. C’est la vie.
Fans of my work might recognize this phrase as the subtitle of a long story from way back in 2012, “The Wedding“. Can’t say there’s much similarity between that novelette and this caption, but it does show that the idea has been kicking around in my head for quite awhile.