Here’s the setup: you’re a young guy without a whole lot going for yourself physically, and for your eighteenth birthday you receive the ultimate gift: a costume gun. (I say A costume gun because there’s gotta be more than one of the damn things kicking around, right? They’re everywhere!) So here’s the question: your mother is standing right there and she’s pretty good-looking for her age, all things considered. No one else is around. Whaddya do?
Time’s up! It was a trick question. You know damn well what you’d do. Did I forget to mention that the hero of this tale is a cross-dresser? And that he’s partial to raiding his mother’s closet when she’s not home? Sorry, my bad. Enjoy the vignette. It goes pretty much as you’d expect… at first. Then it goes off in some totally different direction and winds up where you never thought a costume-gun story would or even could go. Woo-hoo, something new!
This is neither the first costume gun story I’ve done, nor is it the first time I’ve written about a son turning into his mother. “Luck Be a Lady” is the most recent example, and there you’ll find a few links to similar stories.