Sally decided she would get to know her 17 year old son, Robert, a little better. Spending the day as him, getting to know his friend, would really help her connect with Robert. He wasn't going to be home for an hour, so she went up into his room to find some clothes to make the transformation.
She opened with filthy closet, unleashing toxic fumes of repugnance that sent her into a fit of sneezing. She quickly slammed the door, and decided to find clothes somewhere else.
As her hands reached under the bed, she felt some slick material that definitely did not belong under her son's bed. At first she feared the worst, that he was some sort of transvestite freakazoid her Christian upbringing abhorred. She cringed as she pulled out a black silk bra and panties. When she pulled out his son's girlfriend Meghan's t-shirt and jeans, she knew it was an entirely different sin.
Sally could not believe his son was having sexual relations, fornication! with his girlfriend. They had been dating for over a year, but that was no excuse! It was her good Christian home! Her parenting which raised this boy! She was so stricken with denial and flabbergasted with disbelief they she didn't even notice the tingle when the sexy babydoll t-shirt brushed the medallion on her neck.
But as her greying hair began to turn a deep auburn, as her loose breasts became young and perky again, as her withered features polished into perfect joints, radiant skin, and shimmering eyes, she began to detect some difference. Sally cursed herself for her foolishness, it was not her place to question's God's design, and now she was suffering for it.
Though when she walked into the hallway's bathroom, seeing the young adored face of Meghan Wright staying wide eyed in disbelief back at her, Sally saw a chance to set his son straight. Obviously this girl, with her appealing perfect curves, her perfect proportions, her silky legs, had seduced her son to the devil's way. If she could convince Robert that this siren was bad for him, convince him to stop seeing her immediately, maybe his soul had a chance for redemption.
She walked back into his room, stripping out of her modest pantsuit, thinking of her reward in heaven as she put on the clothes of a devil. First was the undergarments, with clutched her young body and filled her with dark thoughts. Perhaps, once as herself, she would buy some of these.
Sally took off the medallion, hiding it as she squeezed in the too tight jeans and form fitting t-shirt. She went to her daughter's room, using some basic makeup to become the other important female in her son's life. When she was satisfied she looked exactly like the picture of her beside Robert's bed, Sally set off to become her son's girlfriend, only for a short time of course.
