Mikey walked numbly upstairs to the room marked "Michael & Bethany" and went through the door already opened by Zoe. "I guess this'll be our room, kiddo," she said, washing off her makeup in the connected bathroom.
The experiment has begun, a low, droning voice reprimanded her from the tiny speakers mounted on the walls. You must act appropriately or forfeit your bonus. As per the contract, you will be required to complete the experiment regardless of whether you receive your bonus.
"Right..." she mumbled, coming back out with the first clean Zoe face Mikey had seen in ages. She went right over to a pile of clothing on the bed with a note attached, next to another pile which Mikey assumed was his. He silently removed the stack of notes from his pile, picking up a lacy peach-colored pair of panties and staring at them, blushing. Beside him, Zoe was already undressed and pulling boxers up her legs, and she gave him a nudge, whispering "Just do it, this is serious."
He gulped and removed his shorts and briefs, pulling the panties up in their place; they were tight, almost uncomfortably so. Next was the matching bra, which Zoe helped him with. Apparently they had a small grace period for such things. He assumed he'd have to learn quickly on his own. It fit snugly on him except for the loose cups, which he filled with a couple of spongy, flesh-colored things on the pile that Zoe pointed to. Last was a reddish dress which fit perfectly, had sleeves to his elbows and came down to mid-thigh, not that the last mattered on a young boy.
Mikey picked up the first of the notes - he'd only written one - which read, "Welcome to being me, dear! I've got a hectic and busy life as a full-time wife and mother, but I'm sure you'll come to love it for the time you're given. On the other notes I've written my family's favorite recipes, their habits, their preferences, all of the things they know and you should know as me. The first thing you need to know is to always look your best, and that includes heels! My husband Michael is an old-fashioned man and just loves the way my legs look in a one- or two-inch high heeled shoe. The rest of it is detailed in my other notes! Be sure to read them all! Bethany."
He looked down by the bed to find a small pair of red shoes with a raised heel, and sighed, slipping them onto his feet. Mikey took several experimental steps around the room, and, satisfied, turned around to read his other notes. If his mom's complaints were anything to go by, he'd need to read all of them to be Bethany Robinson.
