"What is going on?" mom asked.
"She won't get out of my room." Scott said.
"Scott thinks he is me," Theresa explained.
"Scott is this a joke?" mom said.
Scott didn't answer since he thought he was Theresa.
"Scott I'm talking to you." This time mom was standing directly in front of Scott.
"I'm Theresa. Not Scott."
"No your Scott."
"Stop telling me I'm Scott when you know I'm Theresa."
"Mom, let me try something," Theresa said. "If you're Theresa where are your boobs?"
"They are right here of course," Scott said as his lifted his hands to cup his chest.
"Then they are awfully small," Theresa said giggling a bit.
"No they are not, They are a C-cup."
"They don't look like a C-cup."
"Well they are."
OK then, you don't have a penis do you?"
"Certainly not." Theresa debated about grabbing Scott's cock through his skirt, but decided against it."
"But I can see it."
"You can't see what's not there. It doesn't exist."
"Let's try again. 'Theresa,'" Theresa said her own name in a mocking tone. "when was your first period?"
"At eleven. If you don't believe me, ask mom. She knows."
"Lucky guess." Theresa tried to think of things that only she would know. "OK, you've kissed boys."
"Duh!!!"
"Who was the first boy you ever kissed?"
"Jerry Manuel."
"How did you know that?"
"I was there. I was doing the kissing."
Theresa didn't expect him to know that, maybe he heard her tell someone. "Who is your gynecologist?"
"Dr. Meyerstein."
"You know my gynecologist?" Theresa asked rhetorically.
"No, I know my gynecologist," Scott said matter of factly. Scott had all of Theresa's memories. Mom didn't know what to think.
Theresa was flabbergasted. It had changed to proving that Scott wasn't Theresa, to finding a question that Scott couldn't answer. Now with extra irritation in her voice, Theresa asked Scott, "Theresa did something special last week...."
"Yes, I got a date with Larry Simmons," Scott remembered the date as if he had went on it.
"Continuing, "...what panties did you wear on the date?" No one knew the answer to this, not even Larry. Theresa put them on to feel sexy even though she knew that Larry would never see them.
Scott went to Theresa's drawers and found the pair and handed them to her. "Not that it's any of your business but this is what I wore." Theresa didn't know what to say. How could Scott know this? How could he know so many things about her? Theresa was now speechless.
"Scott stop tormenting your sister."
"For the last time. I am not Scott. I am THERESA. You know who I am!!!"
"You are Scott."
"I have had enough, both of you get out of my room."
You watched this. It was great. You knew that Scott knew he was Theresa. There was no test in the world that could make him believe otherwise. You decided that everyone needed a break so you put into mom and Theresa's mind that they should leave Scott in Theresa's room and talk about this. You also put into their minds that they knew that Scott wasn't joking that he truly believed he was Theresa.
Mom and Theresa found dad and told him his son was sick. That he thought he was Theresa. Theresa didn't have much to say, she was so shocked that Scott knew everything about her life. There was no way he could have known what panties she was wearing for her date last week. It was impossible for him to find out.
"Scott wants to be a girl?" dad asked.
"No, he thinks he is Theresa," mom tried to explain.
"Well thinking he is Theresa is nuts. But Scott might be better off if he was a girl."
Even though Dad thought (due to your manipulations) that Scott was a complete failure as a man, his last statement was a complete shock to mom.
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