Good enough to be Narrated?

Hi all,

Please read the following short story below. 

Now that season one of Family Friend Make Over is done, I'm looking for another series to narrate.

Let me know if you like this story and would like to see art work & a narrated audiobook for it.

His Idol

Mom was going to be late back tonight. This meant that the flat was mine for the evening until she got back from her late meeting. I have free range of the place, when I get home from school, I could barely contain my excitement.

As I push open the front door and drop my bag down in the hallway, I could feel my heart rate rising.

Quicking slipping of my trainers, I throw them off to the side and head directly towards the bedrooms. Instead of going into my room, I head straight for my moms

Taking a deep breath, I push open the door and step inside. I’d been so excited all day at the prospect of dressing just like my mom. She had no idea I like wearing her stuff and I’m not sure she’d be happy about it, so it remains my secret.

With my heart rate racing, I quickly throw off my school uniform. Discarding my pants and shirt into a pile on the floor, I also remove my boxers and find myself standing naked.

Opening her drawers, I pick out the first pair of matching underwear I find. It’s a black bra and lacey briefs.

Sitting on her bed, I run the briefs up my legs and settle myself into them.

My heart was now pounding in my chest, as I stand up in my mother's underwear, and maneuver the bra onto my body.

Reaching around my back, I quickly clasp the bra together and adjust its height on my chest.

Although these aren’t my clothes, they actually fit pretty well. I’m not that tall or wide and neither is my mom, so her clothes don’t just fall off me.

They almost cling around my male body like they are meant for me.

Closing the top draw, I open the next one down. Grabbing a pair of dark pantyhose, I sit back on the bed and prepare to run them gently up my almost hairless legs.

I didn’t want my mother to find out I was wearing this stuff, so I felt a little nervous as I bounded the panty house up into a ball, and started gently pulling them up one leg.

I’d worn some of these before, so it wasn’t my first time. However, the last time…. I laddered them and she got a little angry that I was messing around with her stuff. I don’t think she caught on to what I was doing, I told her I needed to wear tights for a play at school. I think I got away with it. Well, she hasn’t said anything since so….

Once I’d got both my legs encased into the pantyhose without issue, I stand up and view myself in her full standing mirror. I felt amazing seeing my body dressed in her underwear. I could only imagine what it was like, wearing this stuff each day, as she does for work.

Without a moment's more hesitation, I open her closet and reach in for one of her work suits. It’s a black feminine suit jacket with a matching pencil skirt.

I wasn’t sure if this was going to fit me, but I knew this is what I wanted to wear. My mom always looks so awesome wearing this stuff and if I could look half as cool as her, I’d be happy.

Also grabbing one of her white button blouses and a pair of her black work heels, I take the clothes and lay them neatly on the bed.

Starting with the blouse, I put it on and instantly find the backward buttons a little awkward. Taking my time to ensure the blouse was on correctly, I find it really tight and clinging to my waist. The small mounds around my chest, caused by the bra, make me smile.

Next is the skirt. I thread my pantyhose-clad legs through the skirt opening and pull it up to my waistline. Tucking in the blouse, I zip up the back of the skirt.

My excitement almost bubbles over, as I reach for the suit jacket and find the clothing restricts my movement. Pulling the jacket on and doing up the single button, it also clings to my waist, giving me that feminine shape I really desired.

Bracing myself, I slip on her heels and stand up in front of the mirror. I’d not worn heels that often, but lucky for me, her heels didn’t pinch my feet. Our feet must be a similar size.

Now my outfit was complete, all I wanted to do was pose into her mirror and pretend to be her. Snapping photos with my phone, I was enjoying how it felt to be wearing her suit. The clacking of her heels on the wooden flooring was such a thrill. I could almost imagine what it was like for her, walking through her office block.

“Paul!?” a surprised voice booms from behind me “What on earth is going on here!?”

The shock causes me to jump out of my skin. As I swiftly turn, to find out who it was, I find my mother standing in the doorway, glaring at me. She wasn’t meant to be back until much later! Why is she here?

“My God!” She cries. “Are you wearing one of my suits?”

Seeing her bemused and annoyed expression, I couldn’t look at her. I just stare down at the floor.

“What's going on Paul?” she continues to ask as I wish for the ground to swallow me whole.

A moment of silence passes, as she continues to stand in the doorway waiting for me to answer. I knew I had to say something.

“Mom….,” I say with an emotional crack in my voice. “I….I…..I…..just wanted to be….,”

“Be what?” she interrupts impatiently

“To be COOL……..just like you!” I cry out in frustration and embarrassment.

Feeling the tears well up behind my eyes, I stand motionless as I wait to hear her response. For a few agonizing moments, she doesn’t reply as at all. The only thing I could imagine, that was going on inside her head, was how she was going to punish me.

“Stay there,” she commands “I will be back in a moment.”

As I hear her walk away, I sit on the bed and wait for her. I felt so silly. I could never be like my mom and I knew it.

Waiting anxiously, I wonder whether I should start removing her clothes.

“Mom!” she shouts out. “I’m home!”

Confused, I look up to see my mother standing in the doorway wearing my school uniform. She’s removed all her makeup, tied her hair back, and even put on one of my school ties.

“Mom……?” I ask as I wipe the tears from my eyes.

“Did you have a nice day at work, mom?” she asks as she sits next to me on the bed. “You look sad, did something not go right today?”

As much as I understood what she’s doing, I wasn’t sure why.

“Mom?” I ask as I look at her confused. “What are you doing?”

Putting her arm around me and bringing me close to her, she gives me the widest and most comforting smile. I started to understand and nothing more needed to be said.

“How was y-your day at s-school?” I ask, trying my best to play along.

Mom quickly jumps up off the bed. “Yeah, it was fine,” she says with a smile. “What's for dinner?”

Awkwardly getting to my feet, I stumble a little in my heels. Mom reaches out to steady me and stop me from falling.

“You look nice today Mom,” she says as she holds me.

“Thanks,” I replied blushing.

“Mom….can we have pizza tonight?” she asks with a playful smirk. “I really want pizza!”

“Sure…..?” I answer unconvincingly

“Don’t worry,” mom replies. “I think we have an oven pizza in the freezer. While you cook, can I play video games?”

With a smile, mom turns around and leaves the room. Walking in her heels, I awkwardly follow her into the family room. She sits down on the floor, crossed in front of the TV, and switches on the Playstation.

“What should I play?” she asks as she turns to face me with a closed-eyed smile.

“Err,” I mumble as I continue watching my mother pretend to me be. “You can play anything you like.”

“Thanks, Mom!” she cheers and turns towards the TV

“No worries sweety,” I said grinning from ear to ear, trying my best to play my mother. “I’ll go put the pizza in.”

To my surprise, my worries and fears had completely disappeared. I found myself strutting into the kitchen with the same grace as my mother would. As turned on the oven and placed the pizza on to cook, I couldn’t stop smiling. I couldn’t believe how happy she’d made me feel.

My mom is the greatest! I’m so happy I get to be like her!