Alex waited patently for his mom to come home. He worried to himself that he had made a mistake by testing the Camara on his own mother.
Still inspite of his reservations, Alex couldn't help but be excited by the power he now possessed.
*****
It was 3pm when his mother Sandy, finally pulled in the driveway in front of there house.
Alex felt his heart beat quicken... finding himself filled with both dread and anticipation at what he would find.
Alex ran to the front door thinking to himself "Mom's been gone for hours what kind of shopping had she been doing?"
He quickly received his answer... just as Alex made it to the front entrance.
He was greated by the sillioute of a woman opening the door to enter inside. This woman couldn't be his mother could it... he was shocked.
The woman was carrying two large shopping bags from "Boned Gal's" an alternative clothing store at the local mall.
"Mom!?" Alex gassped with genuine uncertainty and uncertainty.
"Who fucking else would it be!" The woman chirped back! "And don't call me mom, it's old fashioned and lame!" She snapped irritated.
"I go by Slay"Alex's mom Sandy, snapped back in a sarcastic matter of fact tone.
Alex was taken back, he just stared at the woman standing in front of him... did she just say she went by "Slay"? He thought.
The woman standing before him was so far removed from his once conservative 42 year-old mother; its no wonder Alex didn't recognize her at first...
Sandy or "Slay" as she now went by had gone all out correcting her her former "poser preppy mom look".
How had she ever allowed herself to dress like such a normie. Slay thought to herself.
When Sandy had left the house earlier, she had her body drapped in a simple cream colored cardigan. Underneath she had worn a modest white blouse and baige kaki pants with a set of brown sandles.
She now stood in front of her son Alex.
Sporting a cutoff leather biker jacket it's shoulders adorned with decorative chrome spikes; and its length so short it left her bare midriff exposed.
The only shirt she had on under her open jacket was a tiny crop top, that read on it "Alt Girl for Life". The top appeared to be struggling to contain her moddest D cup breasets.
It didn't look like she was wearing a bra either.
Instead of pants she now stuffed herself into a pair of tight fitting leather pants, that served to showcase her plump motherly figure.
On her feet were a pair of 4" stilettoed combat boots, adorned with decorative skulls on the toes.
Finally Alex got over his earlier shock and said "Mom... errr.. I mean Slay." Alex caught himself. "What happened to your clothes?" He said taken back that a 42 year old woman was now dressed like a 20 year old alternative girl.
"The new clothes is killer eh?... Now this is the real me." She said dropping her shopping bags down to the floor.
"After all Gotta look the part baby." Slay said with with a wink and sensuality to her voice.
"The part of what?" Alex asked. Simultaneously turned on and concerned; by how far this device seemed to changed his mother.
"So all the sheep know in one look what I'm about" Slay said devously.
Slay then approched Alex swaying her leather clad hips as here heels clicked on the tile floor. When Slay got to her son she leaned into his ear and seductively whispered.
"I'm all about Rock and roll, sex and drugs, partying and pushing back against the norm... I'm one bad bitch" She then licked his neck before laughing and stepping away.
"Wow!" Alex said a devious smile starting to form on his face and a errection forming in his pants.
Then Alex turned to his mother, "Your dressed like a bad as punk bitch; but the rest of you doesn't really look the part does it" he said.
Slay frowned looking herself over in the hallway mirror her son was right! She had gotten rid of the grandmother dreads, but outfits weren't enough.
Slay still sported her long dark brown hair pilled atop her head; in her usual messy bun style.
Her makeup had been minimalistic and common.
The only jewllery she worn was a small heart shaped necklace, something her husband had bought for her years ago. The only piercings she had a single hole in each ear, that she wore here Dimond studs.
Slay looked at the reflection in the mirror on discust. All of her needed to scream extream punk! She thought.
"Your right Alex, I gotta step it up" She scoffed.
She then turned and headed back out the door.
Alex smiled evily in anticipation of what she would come back looking like... had he convinced her to go further. "In her effort to be the baddest punk bitch?" He chuckled to himself.
Alex had to admit there was something sexy, about seeing his middle aged suburban mom dressed up like a 20 year old groupie. His errection grew. "What else could he do he thought".
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