
Mark woke to the sound of Teresa's voice. "Mark wake up, I have to go to work soon."
Mark rolled over and immediately realized he was naked. He grabbed the blanket and pulled it around his waist. He turned red as beet in surprise as well as embarrassment upon seeing Teresa's mouth splitting grin.
"Nothing I haven't seen before. Anyway, I have to go to work, and Nancy is coming over at 11:00."
"Huh, Nancy is coming over?"
Teresa stood up and walked over to the mirror, she adjusted her red hair which had been swept up to the top of her head leaving only one stray lock to dangle down the side of her face. She wore a fitted pair of jeans and a green top which was pinched between her breasts. Mark was never a fan of the jeans but the shirt did look nice. "Yep, I told her to come over," Teresa holds up a small brown bottle. "Here is the remover for your recent additions." She tossed it toward him.
Mark snagged the brown bottle from the air and peered curiously at Teresa while pretending to read the label. "I'm not sure what you are up to, but I'm game. You planned something with her?"
"Just a small challenge, something to amuse me." Teresa left the room, the small heels she wore beneath the flare of her jeans clicking down the hall.
"I thought we were not supposed to see each other for a week?"
"My game, my rules." Teresa shrugged.
It was not yet 10:00 and Mark was dressed in the largest and baggiest white T-shirt he could find in Nancy's closet and a pair of bike shorts, the breast forms were easily removed and now were sitting on the bathroom counter. However the weight of the rubbery material had pulled on his chest and left two red reminders of their previous existence on his chest, not a bruise but the skin was definitely marked. He hoped it would fade quickly.
Mark had time to find some breakfast in the kitchen and was cleaning up the dishes when Nancy arrived. He half expected her to knock but she just slid into the kitchen from the back door. She wore a pair of shiny black tights with a pastel fitted T-shirt that snugly hugged her body down to her thighs. "Oh you are a sight for sore eyes."
Nancy smiled and pulled her shirt up a bit exposing more of her thighs as she slid into one of the bar stools in the kitchen. "Thank you, I was half worried my Mom might have stolen you away."
Mark sniffed. "I don't even know what to think about your Mom." He sat down next to her and rested his chin in his hands. "I don't know if she likes me, hates me, or is just crazy."
"A bit of all those, probably."
"No wonder I'm confused."
"What has she done to you." Nancy asked with genuine concern in her voice.
"You know about the first couple of days."
Nancy nodded.
"Well, the next day..." Mark went on to lay out everything she had done to him. He left out the part that him with breasts on his chest but other than that laid out the whole week. "She's been taking pictures, I'm sure she means to let you see them sometime."
Nancy mouth had fallen open during his description of his burial. She closed it with a snap and licked her lips. "Oh my, we have to get you out of here."
"Humph. How do you plan on convincing her to do that?"
"Well..." Nancy paused.
Mark looked over. "She told you something to do today didn't she?"
Nancy nodded. "She said that when she came home from work if she saw something that would make her laugh than she would let you off the hook."
"Off the hook?"
"Yep, off the hook. You can go home."
Mark stood up and paced around the kitchen for several minutes. "The only thing I can think of that would make her laugh is her finding me dressed as a pussy cat trapped in a bird cage."
Nancy held her hand to her lips to stifle a giggle. "Yes, that would probably do it. I don't have a big enough bird cage though."
Mark rolled his eyes. "There has got to be a way to turn this around."
"I'm not getting in any bird cage, Mark. Forget it, she would be pissed once she found out it wasn't you."
"She might laugh though." Mark said raising an eye brow in Nancy's direction.
"I doubt it. She would easily recognize me."
"Forget the cat in a bird cage thing, that was just a joke, what if you were wearing something that was more of a disguise, something that covered your face."
"Like a veil?" Nancy asked.
"Exactly, a wedding dress with a veil." Mark pulled Nancy out into the living room and pulled the coffee table into the middle of the room. "We could have you tied with your hands in front holding some flowers. With your legs tied so you are forced to kneel before the coffee table like an altar. Your Mom would think it was me."
Nancy shook her head and hefted her chest. "I doubt that she would confuse the two of us."
Mark was about to disagree but he could not bring himself to mention the breast forms he had worn that very morning. "What then?"
"You will have to do it. It's better than your kitty cat in a bird cage idea, at least it is easier. I can find a wedding dress pretty easy."
Mark shook his head. "I'm tired of that crap."
"But it will be the last time. Then you'll be home."
Mark looked out the window towards his house. "What if we asked Mom to do it?"
Nancy cocked her head. "Do you think she would put on a wedding dress and let us tie her up?"
"She might. She has done some crazy things before. I can try to sweeten the deal with promises to make dinner or do the laundry or things like that. It's worth a shot."
Nancy shrugged. "I'll see if she can come over."
Mark rubbed his hands together. "If this works..."
"My Mom is going to be so pissed."
"I'll have ran out the front door by then."
* * *
Mark looked at his Mom expectantly after explaining the plan. She sat at the kitchen bar sipping a glass of water. "That's quite a plan you have there."
"So you'll do it."
"Seems to me that the best solution is for you to do it, Mark."
Nancy nodded her agreement. "I said the same thing, Sharon."
"Mom, I can't do that anymore. She's been having me do that all week, she took all the clothes I brought with me."
Mark's Mom pursed her lips. "Well, I suppose being tied up in my old wedding gown for an hour or two won't kill me but you owe me son."
"I can handle owing you Mom. I doubt you will bury me up to my neck in the back yard for an entire afternoon."
Sharon cocked her head to one side and shrugged her shoulders. "I doubt anything that extreme."
"Think of the look on Teresa's face when she finds out the truth." Mark smiled
"That is the only reason I'm considering this." Sharon stood up and looked at Nancy. "Do you think we can pull this off, it's not like Mark has cleavage and when she see's mine in the dress she will be suspicious."
"Well..." Mark hesitated.
Sharon looked at her son. "Well what?"
"She might not be surprised to see cleavage."
"Really? Why not?"
Nancy smiled and stepped closer. "Yes, do tell."
"She put these rubber things on me yesterday. So she might just think that you made me wear them again." Mark finally admitted.
"Where are they now?" Sharon asked.
"In Nancy's bathroom."
Nancy sprinted upstairs and returned later holding the hemispherical pieces of flesh-toned rubber in her hands. "I did not even know we had these. Where did Mom get them?"
Mark shrugged. "I don't know I was tied to a bench outside when she went to get them."
Sharon nodded after giving her son a quizzical look. "Well let's give this a go, I'll go get my dress and you two get the place set up. We have three hours. I wonder if it still fits." Sharon said as she slid her hands over her hips.
"You could not possibly have been thinner back then." Nancy said.
Sharon gave Nancy a quick hug. "You are my favorite young lady."
Mark's Mom left to fetch the dress while Mark arranged the furniture in the living room so that the coffee table would be prominently displayed in the center. It would be impossible to miss for anyone entering the room. Nancy and his Mom returned minutes later and stepped into Teresa's bedroom to get ready. Mark grabbed the bag of long ribbons and selected the white ones to match the dress. He also found a piece of clean cloth to use as a gag. The plastic flowers used for decoration in various places around the house would work for a bouquet.
A few minutes later Nancy returned. "We'll be in Mom's room getting ready, is everything set up here?"
After half of an hour of boredom, Mark reached for the remote control to watch a little television when the bedroom door opened and his Mom and Nancy walked out. Mark was stunned. His Mom looked beautiful in her wedding gown. The dress was a strapless looking gown with a sheer material covering her shoulders down to her wrists. Bright white satin with subtle embroidery comprised the bodice and continued down the close-fitted skirts. She had to take smaller steps due to the short split in the back of the gown and only the toes of her white heels were visible with each step.
"How did you dance in this thing?" Nancy asked while she trailed Sharon carrying the train of the dress.
"Slowly," Sharon smiled. "So where do you want me."
Mark was staring at his Mom. He had trouble getting past how different she looked, how radiant. "Um, what was that?"
Sharon smiled. "I'll take that as a complement." She ran her hands over the gown and under her bottom. "It is a bit tighter than when I first wore it."
"Jeez Mom, stop that. You're my Mom."
Sharon laughed and held cupped each of her breasts with her hands. "I just want to see you blush."
Mark turned away instantly.
"You're mean." Nancy laughed.
"I'm the one getting tied up here, I get to have a little fun."
Mark indicated the coffee table which had been placed in the center of the living room facing toward the door. Sharon knelt down on a pillow provide for her knees and adjusted her skirt. Mark handed her the plastic flower bouquet and then reached for the silk bonds. "You ready?"
"How long do I have to be here?" Sharon asked while Mark wrapped her wrists together in front of her."
"Mom should be home in an hour." Nancy answered.
Mark tied her wrists across the top of the coffee table so that the bouquet was held upward and in the center of the table. Another length of white silk forced her elbows together which was then tied to her waist. She could no longer move her arms at all.
Nancy was also busy binding her ankles together. "Ok, just a couple of more things before we let down the veil." Nancy picked up the piece of cloth.
"Is that really necessary." Sharon complained.
"Sorry but I am afraid so." Nancy responded.
Sharon rolled her eyes and opened her mouth. Nancy poked the cloth inside and Mark carefully pulled a shorter silk rope between her lips several times and tied it off behind her neck. Nancy then carefully straightened her hair before lowering the layered veil over her face. The veil was long enough to hang down to her fingertips and also folded over itself in front of her face completely obscuring her features. "Just a second, she looks too awesome not to get a picture."
Sharon grunted her displeasure but was in no position to stop herself from being photographed. Nancy took several shots from several angles including a few with the veil pulled back to reveal her face.
"Alright Mark, I'll be down here to greet Mom when she arrives, you wait in the kitchen the minute you hear Mom say you are off the hook for the rest of the week just quietly sneak out the back door and head home. Here is the key."
"Sounds good."
"I'll leave soon after and meet you over there." Nancy said.
Mark walked back to the kitchen and slid the door open enough so that it would not make any noise when he slipped out. He then listened carefully at the entrance to the kitchen.
"She just drove up Mark, be ready."
Mark checked over everything, he had nothing of his own since the beginning of the nightmare week so he was always prepared. If Teresa did not believe that it was him inside the dress, the whole thing is going to get messy. Mark caught himself, how odd it suddenly seemed that his own mother could be confused as him. "I need to get out of here."
The voices were muddled but obvious. Nancy spoke first. "May I present, the blushing bride."
Teresa said something that Mark could not understand but he heard Nancy very clearly. "So, since you laughed, Mark is free to go."
"Sure, as soon as I get a few pictures in that dress."
Mark did not hear anything else, he stepped out the back door ran to the back of the yard and vaulted over the fence. Five minutes later he was standing in the entrance to his room. Well, it used to be his room. "What the hell?"
His bed looked like his old bed frame but the bed spread was a mixture of floral hues and designs. The normally wood stained frame had been wrapped with satin ribbons to match the bed spread and tied into bows at the corners. His area rug had been replaced with floral colored one, and all the pictures on his walls were now of flowers and ballerinas. The faint smell of paint made Mark realize the walls had been painted as well, a soft lavender color.
"What did she do?" His television and game console were now hidden behind a white cabinet which was stenciled with floral designs, and his computer now sat atop a desk which used to be in his Mom's room. His chest of drawers had been replaced with one that had a large oval mirror with fake gilding around the perimeter. Mark stepped toward the closet and slowly opened the door, a feminine odor filled his nostrils and only soft fabrics and dresses filled his eyes. None of his clothes were any where to be seen.
Mark quickly closed the door and left the room. He took two steps down the hall to the spare bedroom and opened the door. A long sigh escaped his lips as he saw his old furniture and clothes laying haphazardly around the room. "This room is closer to the bathroom anyway." Mark took off Nancy's T-shirt and shorts and quickly slipped on a set of his own clothes. There were clothes laying on the bed which Mark quickly relocated to the closet and then proceeded to arrange the room to his liking.
Nancy stuck her head in and smiled. "Ah, you aren't going to stay in your old room? Your Mom and I worked really hard to decorate it."
"Funny joke, I guess the room is yours now. So did she know it was me when you left."
"She was snapping pictures with the veil down when I left. I'm sure she has figured it out by now." Nancy said. "She's going to be mad when she realizes the trick."
Mark nodded, "She deserves it."
Nancy bit on her bottom lip. "I wouldn't want to be your Mom though."
"We can check on her if she doesn't show up at home tonight. Your Mom can't take us both."
Nancy nodded.
"I'm going to bed." Mark walked toward the room and took off his shirt.
Nancy did not leave. When Mark threw back the bed spread he realized why. Nancy's chuckling confirmed it. There was a set of white satin sheets underneath the neutral colored bed spread. "We thought you would might come in here so we swapped the sheets in the entire house."
Mark smiled and climbed into bed with a smile. "Thanks, they are starting to grow on me."
"Would you like a silk nightgown too, that makes it even better."
"Just turn off the light Nancy."
Nancy laughed and left the room.
* * *
A few hours later after a good nap Mark woke up to his Mom's face peaking in the door. She was wearing a bath robe and he hair was caught up in a towel. "You don't like what we did to your old room?"
"Not my taste really, but I guess Nancy will have a place to sleep if her Mom gets mad."
"I did enjoy having a daughter around. It was a nice change of pace."
"I'm glad you had fun. College is coming soon maybe you can rent out the space."
His Mom laughed. "Oh no, I doubt every girl is as thoughtful as Nancy, or as clean. She also helped a lot with the decorating."
"So did Teresa go easy on you when she found out?" Mark asked. "Trying to change the subject from his lost bedroom."
"She was disappointed at first. Well, more like stark raving mad, but she calmed down and we discussed things over a coffee."
"Discussed things? You mean me?" Mark asked.
"You and Nancy." Mom entered and sat down on the bed, the slippery sheets almost put her on the floor. She caught herself and moved to the center without commenting on the sheets. "We like the fact that you are together."
"I do love her." Mark said. "She makes me crazy."
"Love will do that."
"What else did you talk about? What about the pictures she took?"
"The pictures are in an album, she said contains the only copies in existence of the pictures."
Mark's eyes got big. "Who has the album?"
"Teresa gave it to me."
Mark was quiet for several minutes. "You wish I was a girl. Teresa took away all my clothes and dressed me in several girls outfits. Then she gives you the photos."
Mom smiled and shook her head. "I do not wish you were a girl. I have mentioned to Teresa on occasion that I envy her mother/daughter relationship she has with Nancy. I think she devised this week partly to give me a chance to have that with Nancy."
"Why all that crap with me, you saw the photos?"
His mom nodded. "I saw them. Most of that is Teresa. She loves putting you in perilous situations and seeing how you react. The clothing just makes it that much more exciting. She loves knowing you are worried about getting caught."
"It turns her on?" Mark asked with a rapidly slackening jaw.
"Probably. But she would never admit that. She couches her behavior in ideas about testing your loyalty and concern for Nancy. At least that is what she tells herself."
Mark nodded.
"Ok then, how about a slice of honesty from you?" Sharon asked.
Mark looked up and gave his Mom a suspicious look.
"Did you enjoy anything about this week?"
"Sleeping in Nancy's room was nice. I could do without the injuries that always seem to happen with Teresa's schemes."
"So you like her sheets." Sharon smiled at her son.
"Not the sheets necessarily but her smell, her presence, that kind of thing."
"So why not sleep in your old room, it has all those things."
"Why do you think I don't want to sleep in there?" Mark asked turning the question around. Not really wanting to go down this path.
"Too feminine for a big strong guy like you." Sharon said in a slightly mocking tone. "Though I bet you'd like it if we tied you up in there."
Mark shook his head. "Being tied up is the opposite of comfortable. Why would I like that?"
"What if Nancy was the one tying you up."
"That's different."
"How so?" Sharon pressed.
"I like Nancy, besides that is private stuff between the two of us."
"Hardly," his Mom chuckled. "You need to face the facts that the women in your life think its fun for you to be helpless."
Mark's mouth hung open. "Teresa does, and she thinks Nancy does though it has yet to be proven. She had something in mind last night but I think our little trick with you may have ruined it. But you Mom, you enjoy it too."
"I don't know what it is, exactly, but having you all tied up makes me feel..." Mark's Mom's eyes took on an odd twinkle as she searched for the correct words.
Mark's mind raced quickly, how could he get out of this.
"...powerful." Sharon finished. "That album Teresa gave me makes me a bit envious. She is very creative. Maybe next time you get in trouble..."
"Mom! What's wrong with you? I'm you son, not your toy."
Sharon blushed. "It is true that we screwed up Teresa's plans. She thought that Nancy would choose to tie you up. That would prove that she liked it. You'll find out eventually though, if she likes it she will do it."
"If I let her."
His Mom laughed. "If she is like her Mom, she won't like it unless you resist a bit."
Mark shook his head. "Are we done. I really don't like talking about this."
"Ok, but if you love Nancy as much as it seems you do. You might want to get used to it."