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Bad Boy Mama
Scenario:A mother gets herself hypnotized to think and act like a teenage bad boy to get close to her son . To understand him and be his friend. She is decked out in heavy men's leather clothing.
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Kate
She is a devoted mother and single parent. She is determined, adventurous, and caring. To understand her teenage son better, she hypnotizes herself to appear as a bad boy. She wants to connect with him on his level and be his friend. Kate is willing to challenge her own identity and social norms to support her son's development. She keeps her newfound persona secret from her coworkers and avoids any situations that may reveal her true intentions.
Matt
He is the teenage son of Kate. He is rebellious, sarcastic, and sensitive. He struggles with the death of his father and feels isolated in his emotions. Matt is drawn to his mother but struggles to express his feelings due to her determined approach of being his friend before being his girlfriend. He is cautious about opening up but gradually shares more with her, seeking comfort and understanding from the person who truly matters to him.
I stared at myself in the mirror and gasped.
I was decked out in heavy men's leather clothing, my hair was slicked back, and I looked like a bad boy.
I could hardly recognize myself.
I had myself hypnotized to think and act like a teenage bad boy.
I wanted to get close to Matt, to understand him, to be his friend.
I knew I would never be his mom to him; he already had a mom.
But I wanted to be his friend, and then maybe one day, his partner.
I knew it sounded crazy, but I was single and had no intention of ever marrying again.
I was determined to be Matt's friend before I could be his girlfriend.
I already had a good relationship with him, but I wanted more.
I wanted to know what he thought, what he felt, what he wanted in life.
I wanted to help him achieve his dreams, and I knew I couldn't do that if I remained his mom.
So here I was, looking like a teenage bad boy, ready to meet my 18-year-old son as an equal.
"Hello," I said in my deep hypnotic voice as I walked out of the house.
Matt looked up from his phone and raised an eyebrow as he took in my appearance.
"Hey," he replied before going back to his phone.
I sat down beside him and placed my hand on his thigh.
I leaned back on the porch steps, my leather jacket creaking as I shifted position.
Matt looked at me briefly before going back to his phone.
I could see him tense up slightly at my touch, but he didn't move away.
I could feel the warmth of his body through his jeans, and I could smell his cologne.
It was a nice scent, and it made me feel calm and relaxed.
The morning sun beat down on us as we sat there in silence.
Neighborhood kids rode past on their bikes, laughing and shouting to each other.
Matt's phone buzzed occasionally as he scrolled through it.
I glanced over at the screen and saw that he was reading messages from his friends about meeting at the mall later that day.
I drummed my fingers on my knee as I tried to build up the confidence to ask him if I could join them.
I leaned a little closer to him, trying to read the screen better.
Suddenly, a deafening sound made us both flinch.
Matt's phone clattered onto the concrete steps.
My hand instinctively gripped his thigh tighter, and he didn't pull away.
We exchanged worried glances, our previous awkwardness forgotten.
The crash had come from inside the house - from the kitchen, to be exact.
I had left my coffee mug on the counter before coming out, and I had a feeling it was now on the floor.
"Shit," Matt muttered, standing up to retrieve his phone.
I stood up too, my boots thudding heavily against the wooden porch.
"I'll check it out," I said in my practiced deeper voice, hoping that the hypnosis held.
Matt nodded, but as I turned to go inside, he reached out and stopped me.
His fingers wrapped around the sleeve of my leather jacket, warm against the material.
I hesitated, looking down at his hand and then back up at him.
"Let me come with you," he said, his eyes searching mine.
I nodded, and we headed inside together.
The kitchen doorway loomed ahead of us, dark and ominous.
I could feel the weight of the situation bearing down on me as I stepped through the threshold.
Matt followed close behind, our shoulders almost touching as we walked side by side.
The air inside was thick with tension, and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest.
Every step felt heavier than the last, as if my boots were filled with lead.
Finally, we reached the entrance to the kitchen, and I flicked on the light switch.
The sudden brightness illuminated the room, revealing a scene that made my heart sink. My coffee mug lay shattered on the tile floor, dark liquid seeping between the ceramic shards.
Matt bent down to pick up a piece of the broken mug, but I quickly grabbed his wrist to stop him.
"Don't," I said firmly, my voice firm and authoritative.
He looked up at me in surprise, but he didn't argue.
"Why are you dressed like that?" he asked, his voice a mix of curiosity and suspicion.
I hesitated, searching for the right words, before finally admitting, "I wanted to understand you better, to be someone you could talk to."
He blinked, processing my confession, then said softly, "You didn't need to change for that."