"Explain why you knocked over your chair? I was worried that you had some kind of shock", explained Ethan‘s mother and looked with an annoyed expression at him. Ethan on the other hand returned the look with an open mouth of confusion.
"D-Does she not notice!?", he thought shocked and took a quick look down at himself, still seeing the dress on his male body. His gaze returned to his mother who was clearly wearing his clothes!
"Well…?", she asked impatiently, her arms crossed underneath her breasts which obviously lacked support now.
"I, uh, just thought I saw a spider crawling around the bottom of the box", he lied. Ethan had no idea what was happening right now, but he deemed it was the best to not draw too much attention to himself until he figured everything out.
"A spider…?", she repeated surprised and raised an eyebrow. "Since when are you so afraid of a spider that it makes you jump?"
You gave her a forced, apolegitic grin. "I was just surprised. Is all. Didn't expect something to move inside it."
His mother continued to look at him with a raised eyebrow for a while, not completely buying his story, but eventually gave up. Ethan figured that, while she didn't believe his story, it at least sounded plausible enough and she had better things to do than investigate it.
"Okay. You seem alright. If you could finish looking through the box by dinner, that'd be great. I want to throw the stuff away as soon as possible", Ethan's mother said, her face again turning sour. She then turned on her heel and was about to go back to whatever she had done before, but Ethan was not finished with this conversation.
"W-Wait, Mom!", he called out and made her turn around again. "D-Do I look… alright to you…? Nothing weird with what I'm wearing…?"
Ethan tried to ask as inconspicious as possible, figuring that maybe his mother was in the same position as he was: confused about what happened and hesitant to talk about it, so she didn't get labeled as insane.
"Yes? Why shouldn't you? You've worn this dress so many times already, why shouldn't you look alright? You're planning to go out tonight or something?", she asked confused.
Ethan sighed inaudible and tried to put on a smile. "No. Just wondering if the flip flops go well with the dress."
His mother shrugged her slender shoulders, making her breasts bounce ever so slightly. "How should I know? You're the one who's so into fashion. I think it looks good."
"Does she really not notice? It doesn't sound like she's acting", thought Ethan, his hope of having someone to talk to about this slowly fading away. It seemed as if at least his mother didn't see anything wrong with him wearing her clothes, and the worry grew that she wouldn't be the only one. Why else did all of his mother's clothes just magically appear in his room in a heartbeat?
"Thanks. I just need another opinion", he smiled awkwardly at her. It looked like his mother wanted to say something else, but then figured that maybe her son just had played to many video games lately and was acting strange because of that. This time she left the room, which meant that Ethan was alone again.
"What the hell is going on!?", he thought in panic and took a good look at the dress he was wearing. It fit his frame perfectly, even though he lacked any curves his mother possessed. Not to mention that he was 6 inches taller than his mother, yet it ended right at his knees like it did for his mother.
Ethan walked over to his desk and sat down. His head felt like it was spinning. Why did it seem like he always wore his mother's clothes? Why didn't she notice anything? Is this even possible?
"Did I… Did I have a stroke? Y-Yes, this must be it", thought Ethan and looked over to the mountain of unwashed female clothing articles. Was that a garter belt on top? Embarrassed, he quickly turned his attention back to his computer.
Ethan logged into his social media account and checked for picutres of him. He didn't know why he was surprised, but he was. In ever single one of them he was wearing female clothing that he had seen his mother worn at various points in his life.
"This… This can't be!", he thought as he looked at a photo of himself with Jason, his best friend, at the pool. Jason wearing his swim shorts, while Ethan wore a modest, white bikini. It was as if he had always worn these clothes!
What does Ethan do now?
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