Kira: So I wanted to use this chapter to do some backstory and prepare for fun with the cheerleaders and the story went away from my plan. But it seemed fun so I’m leaving it as is. Hope you enjoy
Saturday morning at the Jackson Household. Only two people resided in this typical suburban house and at this early hour many would be surprised that it was the teenaged Chris who was up and about. Chris carried a full mug of hot coffee up the stairs taking care not to spill the contents. He took a peek into his Mother’s bedroom and saw that she was still asleep. Silently padding over to her bed, he set the cup down on the bedside table and gently stroked her arm
“Mom, it’s time to get up. You turned your alarm off” he said softly. He watched as she slowly awoke.
“Hmm, thanks honey” Cynthia Jackson said as she sat up rubbing her eyes. Chris handed her the coffee cup noting that she still looked tired. He glanced at the empty spot in the bed next to her and not for the first time mentally cursed his father. ‘Mom is exhausted because she has to work 6-7 days a week at 2 jobs to take care of us you cheating useless dirtbag’
Chris sat patiently on the side of the bed as his mom sipped the coffee. “I’ve got to get going. I’m meeting a couple for some house hunting at 8:45 AM”. Chris was familiar with this routine. She worked as a Nurse’s Aide at the local Hospital Monday to Friday 8AM-4PM and did some work as a Real Estate Agent on the weekends.
“Got it. I’ll get some breakfast ready for you”
While his Mom got showered and dressed, Chris returned to the kitchen and prepared another coffee for her in a travel mug, toasted a bagel, and packed some water and snacks in case she couldn’t get to lunch today. He had her Realtor bag packed with food, mug and purse standing by the front door ready to go. The fact that Chris was filling this traditional homemaker role was not lost on him. The truth was he didn’t mind, anything he could do to make his Mom’s life easier seemed worthwhile.
The clicking of her heels on the hallway floor alerted him that she was preparing to leave. She entered the kitchen wearing a conservative White blouse and Black skirt suit. Though his Mom was approaching 40 years old, she was fit and looked quite attractive in her professional clothes.
She took one last gulp from the mug “Couple things. Can you do my laundry and also the sheets on my bed?” Chris nodded as this was a familiar chore. “Also, the Cable company is sending a technician to check on the Internet today. All they could promise was sometime between 11 AM and 3 PM. Can you make sure you’re here to let the Tech in if needed?”
“No problem. Hope they can fix it”. Chris had been frustrated by the inconsistency of the Internet download speeds lately.
His Mom gave him a hug, grabbed her things and was out the door.
Chris then went about his usual morning routine with one fairly recent addition. He took a few moments in the shower to shave his legs. Each day this task seemed less humiliating as he was actually taking pleasure in how smooth his legs felt. He dressed in an old t-shirt and long shorts, grabbed a laundry basket and headed to his Mom’s bedroom. He pulled the sheets and pillow cases off the bed and took them to the washing machine. While they were in the wash cycle, he returned to the bedroom to collect his Mom’s laundry. The hamper was filled mostly with clothes from her Nursing job, that is Medical Scrubs. He was about to exit the room when he noticed an uncharacteristic mess on her vanity table. He took a moment to organize the clutter of cosmetic cases and brushes. While the brand names were unknown to him, he did see familiar descriptions like concealer, foundation and mascara.
Chris had a sudden idea. He had marveled at what the girls had been able to do to his face with similar cosmetics and wondered if he could do it himself. He picked up a tube of concealer and using a technique he had seen Maria use, he dabbed small amounts across his face. Next he used a sponge to spread the makeup out evenly. Pleased with what he saw in the mirror, he dabbed on a little more and repeated the process. Each step lead to more makeup being applied. Foundation was followed by eyeliner and then mascara. Each step was like an avalanche building momentum. He couldn’t stop without seeing how far he could go.
‘My face looks good, the body not so much. Should I?’ he wondered.
Figuring his Mom wouldn’t notice if he put on clothes from the laundry basket, he found a white bra and panty set and pulled them on. A handful of stockings imperfectly filled the bra cups. Some white ankle socks and a Coral colored set of Scrubs completed the ensemble. They were just loose enough to hide his less then perfect shape but still suggested a trim female body.
Now his image looked much better but his shaggy male haircut was destroying the overall look. He then recalled that his Mom had got a pixie haircut last year and ended up hating it so much that she purchased a wig in her natural color with length to her collarbone. She the wore it in her daily life until her own hair had grown out. A quick search of her closet found the wig tucked away in the corner.
Once the wig was securely in place on his head, he gasped at his image.
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He looked very much like his Mom about to head off to work. His excitement only tempered by his thicker eyebrows that seemed totally out of place on his Mom’s face. He looked about and spied some glasses on her bedside table. The frames did a decent job of obscuring his brows.
“Wow. Hi Cynthia” he whispered aloud.
Doing the laundry seemed a much less boring task dressed like his Mom. He slipped on a pair of her White Crocs and moved the washed sheets into the dryer before starting a second load with her clothes. With some free time, he energetically began to clean the kitchen. He was wiping down the sink when he heard a sound. Shutting off the water, he listened carefully and clearly heard the sound again.
It was the front doorbell.
Chris instinctively looked at the clock. It read 11:04 AM.
‘No, it couldn’t be. They’re on time?’ Hoping against hope, he crept to a front window and his heart raced. In the driveway was a white van with the local Cable company logo on the side.
‘I can’t pretend I’m not home. Mom will be mad when the Cable isn’t fixed and I can’t say they didn’t come. She will figure out I’m lying when she tries to reschedule.’
Taking a deep breath and preparing to make his voice sound like Julia, he opened the front door and said
“Hello”.
He saw a fairly young man with a close cut beard, flannel shirt, blue jeans and a tool belt at his waist.
“Ms. Jackson?” Chris tried his best to appear friendly
“Yes” he said with a smile.
“I’m Paul Devers with the Cable company. I understand you’re having a problem with your Internet.”
Chris actually felt his heart slowing as this man believed he was speaking with Cynthia Jackson.
*****
Paul Devers was pleasantly surprised with the person who answered the door. ‘Much better looking than most of the overweight suburban housewives I meet’
“Can you describe the problem?”
“We’ve noticed that the download speeds can fluctuate a lot. Sometimes the speed is less than 1 Mbps/sec. Oh before you ask, I turned the modem and router off and back on. No change.” she said flashing a pretty smile.
‘Nice looking and not the complete idiot that I frequently meet on the job. She said “we” but she has no ring on her left hand. Definitely a MILF’ Paul thought.
“That helps a great deal. I’m going to check the connection entering the house. I’ll let you know what I find”
*****
Chris breathed a sigh of relief as he watched the Tech walk off. Apparently his disguise and voice was good enough to make him think that he was the real Cynthia Jackson. Returning to the kitchen, he felt a nervous energy bubbling inside. It was almost like he felt when riding a rollercoaster. A mixture of both fear and excitement.
Several minutes later Paul knocked at the door again. “The connection leading into your house was corroded. An easy fix. Can you check your Download speed again?”
“Okay” Chris realized he had to retrieve his phone from the kitchen. Feeling somewhat emboldened “Would you like to come in?”
Paul trailed ‘Cynthia Jackson’ into the kitchen, his eyes focused on ‘her’ butt the entire time.
“Please take a seat. Would you like a cup of coffee or tea?” Chris instantly regretted saying it ‘Come on brain.’
He was relieved when Paul politely declined. Chris used an ISP speed check on his phone and was happy to see the meter peg at max.
“Yes, the download speed looks great. Thanks so much!”
Paul handed her a clipboard “Can you sign at the X saying the repairs are to your satisfaction and then I’ll be on my way”
Chris took the offered paper and pen and signed with great flourish ‘Cynthia Jackson’
*****
Paul backed his van out of the Jackson house driveway. ‘Maybe with luck, I’ll have a chance to visit this house again’ he thought with a grin.
Later, Chris was putting the freshly cleaned clothes away when he eyed some of his Mom’s dresses and skirt suits that she wore for the Realty job.
‘I wonder{/i’ he thought
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