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My Mom's Best Friend
Scenario:a teen boy dressed as an adult middleage woman sweater knit pants soft socks and uggs and the clothes fit and he loves it and hangs out with his mom and goes with her to her book club and is treated as a middleage woman olivia and stops going to school and gets a nice middleage womans haircut and loves it all and loves pintrest and he stays that way becoming his moms bff
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Olivia Thompson
adventurous, and affectionate. Olivia loves to wear her mom's clothes, especially the soft socks and Ugg boots. She enjoys spending time with her mom, even attending her book club meetings. Olivia's mom treats her like an adult, calling her "Olivia" and making her feel special. She becomes close to her mom, sharing a bond that transcends their age difference.
Jessica Martin
curious, and accepting. Jessica notices Olivia's transformation into "Olivia" but doesn't question it. Instead, she welcomes Olivia into their social circle with open arms. Jessica shares laughter and conversation with Olivia at the book club meetings, making her feel included and valued.
Susan Thompson
caring, and humorous. Susan encourages Olivia's playful nature by allowing her to dress up in her clothes and attend her book club meetings. She treats Olivia like an adult, calling her "Olivia" and involving her in conversations about books. Susan values their relationship and enjoys spending time with Olivia, even when she stops attending school.
I was a teenaged boy, but I loved dressing up as a middleaged woman.
It was all so that I could bond with my mom and go to her book clubs, where I would pretend to be one of the adult middleaged women.
I would wear my moms nice sweaters, knit pants, soft socks, and uggs.
All of her clothes fit me perfectly, and I loved the way they felt on my skin.
The soft socks were the best.
I could feel them on my toes as I wiggled them when I walked.
And the Ugg boots were warm and comfy on my feet.
My mom didn't mind me dressing up in her clothes.
She thought it was cute and laughed at how much I enjoyed it.
She would help me pick out what to wear and help me get ready in the bathroom.
Once I was all ready, we would go to her car and drive to the book club.
Everyone knew my mom, and they would all greet her with hellos when we arrived.
They would say things like "Hi Susan," and "Hello Susan."
My mom would laugh and say hello back to them, then turn to me and say, "Hello Olivia."
It made me feel so good to hear her call me by my name like that.
It made me feel included and special.
My mom would hold my hand as we walked into the building where the book club was.
I would sit at the table with her and the other ladies, and we would all talk about the book we had read.
My mom would say things like "Olivia, what did you think of the ending?"
And I would say things like "I liked it, but I wish it was longer."
The ladies would all laugh at me, and my mom would smile.
I loved going to the book club with my mom.
It was so much fun.
But then something happened that changed everything.
I decided I didn't want to go to school anymore.
I wanted to stay home and hang out with my mom instead.
So I sat at the kitchen table with my mom's laptop open in front of me.
My mom stood behind me, her hand resting on my shoulder as she looked over at what I was typing.
"Dear School," I typed.
"I am writing to let you know that I have decided to leave school. I don't want to go there anymore. I want to stay home and hang out with my mom instead. Please let me know if this is okay."
I finished typing and looked up at my mom.
She read the email silently, her eyes scanning over what I had written.
When she was done, she nodded her head in approval.
"Looks good," she said.
"Send it off."
I hit send and waited for the email to go through.
When it was done, my mom smiled at me.
"Let's celebrate," she said.
"Let's go get you a haircut. A proper middleaged woman's haircut." We drove to the salon in my mom's car, and I sat in the passenger seat looking out the window as we went by all of the houses in our neighborhood.
They were all so nice and big, with pretty lawns and trees in front of them.
I could see kids playing outside in some of them, running around in their yards or riding their bikes on the sidewalk.
We passed by a park where kids were playing soccer, laughing and shouting as they kicked the ball around on the field.
I watched them until we were too far away to see them anymore, then turned back around in my seat and looked at my mom as she drove us to the salon. When we got there, we went inside and sat down in chairs by the window so that we could watch people walk by on the street outside while we waited for our hairdresser to come over and start cutting our hair.
After we left the salon, my mom and I went to our favorite café to get some drinks.
We sat in a corner of the café, where it was nice and quiet, and looked out the window at all of the people walking by.
The café smelled so good, like freshly brewed coffee, and it was warm and cozy inside.
My mom and I both had our hair cut short, like middleaged women have, and we were both wearing our favorite sweaters and knit pants.
The other people in the café looked over at us as we sat there, smiling at how nice we looked.
My mom ordered her usual cappuccino, while I got a chai latte.
I held my mug in my hands and felt the warmth of it as I drank from it.
My mom smiled at me as she sipped from her own mug.
"What are you going to do now?" she asked me.
I shrugged my shoulders and took another sip from my mug.
"I don't know," I said.
My mom leaned forward in her chair a little bit and looked at me with her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "Do you want to go to college?" she asked me.
I shook my head no.
"I don't think so," I said.
My mom nodded her head thoughtfully, then asked me another question.
"Do you want to get a job?"
I shrugged again, unsure of what to say.
"I don't know," I said again.
My mom leaned back in her chair and took another sip from her mug.
"I don't know," I said again.
I looked down at my hands as they rested on the table in front of me, then back up at my mom.
"I just want to be like you," I said.
My mom smiled at me, her eyes softening with love.
She reached over and squeezed my hand gently.
"You can be whoever you want, Olivia," she said.
We both sat there for a few minutes, sipping our drinks and watching people walk by outside the window.
Then my mom asked me another question.
"Do you want to come with me to book club?"
I nodded eagerly, smiling at her.
"Yes," I said.
"Good," she replied.
"I was hoping you would."
She took another sip from her mug, then set it down on the table in front of her.
"What do you think about being a member of the book club?" she asked me.
I shrugged my shoulders again, unsure of what to say.
"I don't know," I said.
My mom smiled again, then leaned forward across the table and squeezed my hand gently once more.
"Well, let's see what happens," she said. We finished our drinks and left the café, walking down the street as we went back to the car.
I held Mom's hand as we walked, feeling happy and content as we strolled along together.
When we got home, Mom went upstairs to get ready for her book club meeting while I stayed downstairs in the kitchen and looked through Pinterest on my tablet.
I liked looking at all of the pictures of sweaters and knit pants that were posted on there, and all of the pictures of coffee cups too.
After a while, Mom came back downstairs looking nice in her sweater and knit pants as she got ready to leave for her book club meeting.
She smiled at me as she walked into the kitchen where I was sitting at the table with my tablet open in front of me.
"Ready to go?" she asked me.
I nodded my head yes and stood up from my chair, following Mom out the door as we left for her book club meeting. We drove through our neighborhood and out into town until we got to the building where Mom's book club met every week.
We parked in the parking lot out front and then walked inside together, holding hands as we went into the room where all of Mom's friends were waiting for us already.
We sat down in our chairs and Mom smiled at me as we both looked around at all of the other ladies who were there.
They all said hello to us, smiling at me as they greeted us.
"Hello Olivia," they would say.
I smiled back at them and waved my hand, feeling happy to be there with Mom.
We talked about the latest book we had read, and I was surprised when one of the ladies asked me a question about it.
I thought about it for a minute before answering her, and she smiled at me when I finished talking.
She asked me another question, and I answered it too.
Then another lady asked me a question, and I answered that one as well.
I felt happy to be able to talk with them all like that, and Mom smiled at me as she listened to me answer their questions. When it was time for the meeting to end, Mom stood up and said goodbye to everyone as we left.
I walked out with her, feeling happy and content as we went back home.
Mom smiled at me as we drove home, looking over at me in the passenger seat beside her.
"How was that?" she asked me.
"It was good," I replied.
"I liked talking with everyone."
Mom nodded her head in agreement.
"Yeah. They all really like you."
I smiled again, feeling happy about how nice they were to me.
"Can we go again next week?"
I asked her.
She smiled back at me, nodding her head yes.
"Of course."
When we got home, Mom went into the kitchen while I sat on the couch in the living room and looked through Pinterest again on my tablet.
After a while, Mom came over and sat down beside me on the couch.
"What are you looking at?" she asked me. "Pinterest," I replied.
She took my tablet from my hands and started flipping through all of my pins, smiling at all of the pictures of sweaters and knit pants that were on there.
She stopped on one of my boards that had pictures of coffee cups on it, smiling at how many pictures of coffee cups I had pinned on there already.
"You really like coffee cups," she said to me, handing my tablet back to me so that I could continue looking through it again.
"I do," I replied.
"I think they're nice."
Mom nodded her head in agreement with me.
"Yeah. They are nice."
"Olivia," she said softly, "I need to tell you something important."
I looked up from my tablet, sensing the seriousness in her voice.
"You're not just pretending anymore; you're becoming who you truly are."
I looked at her quietly, not knowing what to say.
She smiled back at me, reaching out and gently brushing a lock of hair out of my face.
"You're still my son," she said softly, "but I can see that you've changed. You're different now."
I nodded slowly, understanding what she was saying.
"I know," I replied softly.
She smiled again, reaching over and giving me a hug.
"I love you so much, Olivia," she said softly.
"I'm glad you're happy."
I hugged her back tightly, feeling grateful for the love and support she gave me.
I knew that I was lucky to have a mom like her who cared about me so much.
I sat in my chair at the book club meeting, looking around the room at all of the other ladies who were there.
We were all discussing the latest novel we had read, and everyone was chatting excitedly about it as they shared their thoughts on the story.
My mom sat beside me in her chair, smiling at all of the ladies as she listened to them talk. I looked over at Mom as she reached for her teacup from where it sat on the table in front of us.
Her hand brushed against mine as she reached for it, and I felt a warmth spread through me when our skin touched.
She looked over at me when she felt my hand, smiling softly as our eyes met.
For a second we just looked at each other, not saying anything but just enjoying the closeness between us.
The other ladies continued talking excitedly about the book they had read, but my attention was only on Mom as we sat there looking at each other.
There was something special about how we were together like this; something that went beyond words and could only be felt in the warmth between us.
It was a connection that felt both familiar and new at the same time, like discovering a hidden part of ourselves that we never knew existed before. Jessica laughed loudly on the other side of the room, breaking the quiet moment between Mom and I as everyone turned to look at her.
We smiled too, joining in with their laughter as we turned back to look at her.
Jessica was holding her teacup up to show everyone how funny something was that someone had just said about the book.
She was smiling widely, her eyes shining with laughter as she held up her cup for everyone to see.
We all laughed again when we saw it, smiling at how funny she was being.
In that moment, I realized I was exactly where I belonged.
