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Catherine entered her son’s room. She thought it was a typical room of a teenage boy. Katherine‘s son was only 12 years old. She walked up to his bureau of drawers and fetch a pair of his briefs. The briefs were well worn. He likes them that way.

With the briefs in her hand, Catherine headed towards the bathroom to take a shower. She could have gone to the master bathroom, but in this case, she decided that the bathroom in the hall was the best option.

Catherine placed her son's underwear on the lid of the toilet and then removed all her own clothes. She scrubbed the makeup off her face. She turned on the water in the shower, then entered.

Catherine washed her hair, cleaned her body, and shaved her privates.

Catherine exited the shower and dried herself off.  Then she put in her son’s underwear.

“Am I really doing this? “ she asked herself.

“Yes, I am! “

Catherine was not going to allow herself to chicken out.  She had planned this for weeks. Even going so far as to cut her hair into a short pixie cut. Catherine’s friends had asked her about her new haircut. She simply told them that she liked it this way.

Dressed only in her son’s briefs, Catherine stared at her face in the mirror. She recognized how much she looked like her own son. But, she would need to use cosmetics to resemble him exactly.

Catherine used foundation slightly lighter than the hue she usually uses to give her the complexion of her son.  But that wasn’t enough. She needed to appear to have the lower cheekbones of a boy, not a woman.

To mimic the appearance of her son's face, Catherine used cosmetics to simulate freckles and even some pimples.

It took her several attempts to achieve the look she wanted, but she had come too far to turn back now.

The final touch would be wearing the rest of her son's apparel. The more worn in the clothes the better.  She returned to her son’s room to get what she needed.

Catherine looked for apparel that she should have thrown out months ago.  She would have if her son had not objected so strenuously. Now, she was glad that she hadn’t.

Catherine found some oversized jeans that were frayed at the cuffs and ripped in other places. She paired them with a T-shirt who is neck was stretched and colors extremely faded.  In this outfit, no one would suspect that she wasn’t her teenage son.

The final touches were simple athletic socks and worn sneakers.  She was ready for what she felt she had to try at least once.  She knew that wearing a baseball cap would make the biggest difference.

Catherine put on a loose-fitting jacket over the rest of her attire. Between that and the t-shirt underneath her boobs were well hidden.

Catherine exited her house and walked down the street to Miss Thompson’s home.

Miss Thompson was only 23 years old. Catherine had known her since she moved into the neighborhood.

Catherine walked up to the door but hesitated before knocking.

“Do I really want to do this? “

“Yes, I do! “

Catherine finally worked up the courage and rang the doorbell. All that was left to do, was to wait for Miss Thompson to open the door.

“Hello, how can I help you? “

“ Miss Thompson my mother said that you were looking for somebody to do yard work around your house. Can I do it? I’ll do a real good job. “

Catherine had been thinking about what she wanted to say to Miss Thompson for a long time.  It was all part of the plan.  She even tried to look away when she asked as if she was a bashful kid.  Catherine didn’t want anything to be left to chance.

“I do need the help. “

“Can I have the job? “

“I’m not sure. How do I know you are reliable? “

“I am. I promise! “ Catherine was trying to sound like a little kid. She hoped it was working.

“Well, I guess I can try you out. “

“Thank you! Thank you! Can I start now? “

“Don’t you want to know something before you start? “

“Umm, like what?”

“Like how much I am willing to pay.

“Yeah, how much? “

“$20 to rake the entire yard.”

“That’s fine.”

Catherine got started on the job. Not that doing the job was what she really wanted.

Out in Miss Thompson’s yard, Catherine was pleased that nobody took any special notice of her. As far as anyone knew, she was just a teenage boy working in the yard.

She waited for about 45 minutes before she knocked on the door again.

Miss Thompson had changed outfits since Catherine had arrived. She was now wearing a crop top tank with skintight leggings and high-heeled sandals.  Katherine’s eyes focused on the tops of Miss Thompson’s breasts instead of her face. Miss Thompson pretended not to notice.

“Is there a problem? “

“Can I take a break and have a drink? “

“OK, come on in. “

Miss Thompson turned and Catherine followed her into her house. Catherine’s gaze dropped lower to the luscious swell of Miss Thompson’s ass.

There had been rumors that Catherine had heard claiming Miss Thompson liked young boys.  Catherine was confirming that this rumor was true.

No one knew that Catherine was a lesbian.

“You are fuckin hot,” Catherine told her

“You are very handsome yourself, “Miss Thompson purred back in her own seductive voice.

Catherine tried to act naïve as if she was just a child who didn’t know what to do.  She hoped that Miss Thompson would take the initiative.

“There are cookies on the table if you want one, “Miss Thompson told Catherine.

Catherine turned her back to Miss Thompson.

Miss Thompson moved behind her and started to rub Catherine’s shoulders.

Catherine was very excited but continue to play the naïve young boy. She let Miss Thompson that the lead.  Miss Thompson didn’t disappoint her.  Miss Thompson took Catherine by the hand and lead her to her bedroom.

Miss Thompson peeled off her tank top exposing her boobs. She wasn’t wearing a bra underneath.

Catherine estimated that Miss Thompson was sported D-cup boobs.  They were much bigger than her A-cups.  Catherine found them extremely sexy.

“Do you want to touch these? “Miss Thompson asked.

“Y-y-yes.”

“Go ahead then, “Miss Thompson purred.

Catherine didn’t have to be asked twice. She raised her hands and cupped Miss Thompson‘s boobs. Miss Thompson began to moan.

One of Miss Thompson’s neighbors called the police when she saw what she thought was a boy entering Miss Thompson’s house. Everyone knew her reputation,  who was in more trouble when the police raided her place and found Catherine and Miss Thompson together is debatable.

End.