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Another little story for PejiTG
I've always had a thing for mother themed stories, I don't know why it took me so long to just write one myself.

“Tonight we’ll have some delicious omelettes for dinner, so I’m going to stop by the supermarket to grab more eggs, onions, garlic and I think we are running out of olive oil, so I’ll probably have to…”

“What?” I interrupted the blonde, pale skinned woman on the driving seat. I don’t even know what to call ‘her’ anymore.

“Oh, I’ve been trying out some new recipes, I have to know how to cook to be the best mom ever, don’t I?”
That response made me shake to my very core. But I had to speak again. “Alan, you are NOT my mom. Please, I’m perfectly capable of feeding myself. Just drop me off in my home and go to your place, change back. I’m worried about… side effects.”

“But we had so much fun yesterday!”

“No, YOU did, getting drunk, trying out clothes and moaning in the bathroom.”

“That’s why I want to make it out to you. Prepare dinner, take you to school, be a good mother!”

“You can’t keep skipping school.”

“I don’t think I’ll need school anymore.” She replied with a big smile on her face.

Two days ago, I asked a big favor from my friend Alan: to take the role of my mom for a day. I had messed up big time getting into a fight at school and the principal wanted to see me and my parents at his office. Luckily, my mom had gone on a vacation with his stupid new boyfriend, so she didn’t have to know anything about that, and Alan as my mom can just take the lecture from the teachers and that would be the end of it.
The plan was simple, meet up at the park in front of the school. Half an hour before classes began, he would drink the magic potion or whatever and turn into my mom. I brought him a nice skirt, comfy shoes, some old jacket and nice golden pieces of jewelry that my mom had hiding in the closet.
“You didn’t bring me a bra, dude?” He asked me while staring at the clothes. That should have been my first red flag.

“Just get dressed already, I can’t stand hearing my mom calling me ‘dude’”
He surely too his time getting dressed. He was behind a tree while I took guard, making sure no one was watching us. The more time it took him, the more I worried he was doing pervy stuff with my mom’s body, so I decided to take a peek, worried that I might see something that I would never forget.

He was just there looking at his own reflection on the phone screen, he had his left hand up to show off the golden bracelet I gave him, trying to strike a pose with the matching earrings and necklace.
When he noticed my presence on the screen while he tried to take a selfie, he only smiled and told me: “Are these real rubies, man? They make your mom’s eyes look gorgeous.”

“How would I know? Stop playing around and make sure to delete those pictures!” I replied, madly annoyed at his attitude since the change.

I only wished it ended there.

Back at the present day, he has refused to change back into himself every single time I’ve asked him. He should have changed back when he got out of the principal’s office, or when his parents started asking me if I knew where he was, or when he missed the algebra test the next day.
But he has refused to go back to his old life every single time.

So here we are, sitting at my home’s table. Face to face with her. I mean, him. While he drank some red tea that I’m sure he used to hate a couple weeks ago.

“My mom never wore that necklace.” I pointed out.

“That’s because I just bought it yesterday, dummy. Real 12k gold! Isn’t it pretty?”

“Where did you get that kind of money?”

“Mommy has her ways, darling.” She said with a soft, almost motherly tone, it reminded me so much of the good old days before my mother met that piece of shit he went out with.

“You’ve been searching through her stuff. You stole that money!” I yelled, but something in me felt so guilty about raising my voice to my own m-mother?

“Steal from… myself? You are so funny!”

I played along for the night, the next one, and the one after that.
We are so lucky that my… other mother never came back to confront her.

Description
Another little story for PejiTG
I've always had a thing for mother themed stories, I don't know why it took me so long to just write one myself.

“Tonight we’ll have some delicious omelettes for dinner, so I’m going to stop by the supermarket to grab more eggs, onions, garlic and I think we are running out of olive oil, so I’ll probably have to…”

“What?” I interrupted the blonde, pale skinned woman on the driving seat. I don’t even know what to call ‘her’ anymore.

“Oh, I’ve been trying out some new recipes, I have to know how to cook to be the best mom ever, don’t I?”
That response made me shake to my very core. But I had to speak again. “Alan, you are NOT my mom. Please, I’m perfectly capable of feeding myself. Just drop me off in my home and go to your place, change back. I’m worried about… side effects.”

“But we had so much fun yesterday!”

“No, YOU did, getting drunk, trying out clothes and moaning in the bathroom.”

“That’s why I want to make it out to you. Prepare dinner, take you to school, be a good mother!”

“You can’t keep skipping school.”

“I don’t think I’ll need school anymore.” She replied with a big smile on her face.

Two days ago, I asked a big favor from my friend Alan: to take the role of my mom for a day. I had messed up big time getting into a fight at school and the principal wanted to see me and my parents at his office. Luckily, my mom had gone on a vacation with his stupid new boyfriend, so she didn’t have to know anything about that, and Alan as my mom can just take the lecture from the teachers and that would be the end of it.
The plan was simple, meet up at the park in front of the school. Half an hour before classes began, he would drink the magic potion or whatever and turn into my mom. I brought him a nice skirt, comfy shoes, some old jacket and nice golden pieces of jewelry that my mom had hiding in the closet.
“You didn’t bring me a bra, dude?” He asked me while staring at the clothes. That should have been my first red flag.

“Just get dressed already, I can’t stand hearing my mom calling me ‘dude’”
He surely too his time getting dressed. He was behind a tree while I took guard, making sure no one was watching us. The more time it took him, the more I worried he was doing pervy stuff with my mom’s body, so I decided to take a peek, worried that I might see something that I would never forget.

He was just there looking at his own reflection on the phone screen, he had his left hand up to show off the golden bracelet I gave him, trying to strike a pose with the matching earrings and necklace.
When he noticed my presence on the screen while he tried to take a selfie, he only smiled and told me: “Are these real rubies, man? They make your mom’s eyes look gorgeous.”

“How would I know? Stop playing around and make sure to delete those pictures!” I replied, madly annoyed at his attitude since the change.

I only wished it ended there.

Back at the present day, he has refused to change back into himself every single time I’ve asked him. He should have changed back when he got out of the principal’s office, or when his parents started asking me if I knew where he was, or when he missed the algebra test the next day.
But he has refused to go back to his old life every single time.

So here we are, sitting at my home’s table. Face to face with her. I mean, him. While he drank some red tea that I’m sure he used to hate a couple weeks ago.

“My mom never wore that necklace.” I pointed out.

“That’s because I just bought it yesterday, dummy. Real 12k gold! Isn’t it pretty?”

“Where did you get that kind of money?”

“Mommy has her ways, darling.” She said with a soft, almost motherly tone, it reminded me so much of the good old days before my mother met that piece of shit he went out with.

“You’ve been searching through her stuff. You stole that money!” I yelled, but something in me felt so guilty about raising my voice to my own m-mother?

“Steal from… myself? You are so funny!”

I played along for the night, the next one, and the one after that.
We are so lucky that my… other mother never came back to confront her.