As Eric awoke the next morning he had almost forgotten about going to sleep in his mother's clothing. He was slightly shocked but noticed how much he liked being in these clothes. He also noticed some hair on his bed, all of his body hair had fallen off over night. Leaving behind much smoother skin, and what was this feeling under his nightie. There was a firmness in his chest, almost like he was budding breasts. As he was just getting out of bed he heard a knock on his door then it opened and his mother walked in.
"Oh I see where my nightie went. If your going to start using my clothes you should have at least asked." Eric was surprised his mother wasn't more angry. Though it was her that had commanded him to be more like her.
Eric's eyes were once again drawn the pendant suddenly, unable to break his gaze, his mind began to fog over.
"If your going to be wearing my clothes, you should start looking an acting more like me." Natalie was unsure why she wanted that, but this is apparently what she wanted for her son.
"Yes... look... and act... more like you."
"Good now go to my room and put on some of... our... clothes, then take some to your room." Eric stood up and left the room. 'Maybe I should talk to the rest of the family about Eric, don't want them thinking this is weird.' Natalie thought as she left the room.
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