As the days turned into weeks and the weeks into months, Tim's perception of his new identity began to shift. At first, it had been a mere curiosity, an experiment to see how it felt to be someone else. But now, Tim found himself questioning the consequences of his actions.
Tim stood in front of the full-length mirror in his mother's room, dressed in her flowing skirt and blouse. The soft fabric clung to his feminine curves. He recounted the times when he would feel a rush of forbidden excitement, knowing that he was wearing his own mother's clothes. His hands instinctively cupped the breasts that were once solely hers, now his to claim. But beyond the thrill and pleasure, a twinge of guilt had slowly crept in, reminding him of the societal taboo he was breaking. Assuming his mother's identity no longer provoked the excitement it once did.
He had grappled with the pressures of maintaining a flawless facade, balancing family affairs with personal desires, and confronting the scrutiny of those who knew his mother intimately.
One of the biggest changes was Tim's relationship with his father. Ever since assuming his mother's identity, Tim had been engaging in regular sexual encounters with his own father. At first, it had been an act of rebellion, a way to rebel against societal norms and expectations.
But the act of being with his father, once so taboo and forbidden, had now become an integral part of his life. Their intimacy was so normal that Tim barely gave it a second thought anymore.
As he immersed himself in his new identity, Tim began to shed the skin of his former self. The teenage boy he once was seemed like a distant memory, immature and naive compared to the sophisticated, sexually liberated woman he believed himself to have become.
The boy he once was could never have imagined this transformation, but now it felt like a natural evolution of his being.
He was simply living his life as a married woman.
Angel had been his rock in these trying times, the only person who knew the truth. But even she had begun to distance herself from him, her own life too complicated and chaotic for her to deal with her brother's secret.
A memory flashed in his mind, of a time when she had forgotten their true relationship and had affectionately called him "Mom" in private. He too had slipped up, catching himself referring to himself as "Susan" without even realizing it.
The growing sense of isolation had unconsciously driven Tim to seek connection elsewhere. He craved the warmth and stability of a strong bond, even if it meant turning to his parents' relationship for support.
Feelings that once seemed unfathomable were now slowly creeping into his thoughts. He tried to push them away, but the more he did, the stronger they became.
One evening, after another round of love-making, his father looked into his eyes and said, "I love you more than words can say, Susan."
Tim felt a strange mix of emotions wash over him. On one hand, he was grateful for the affection his father was showing him. On the other hand, he was terrified of the fact that he had started to develop real feelings for him.
He spent the next few days in a haze, trying to suppress the growing attraction. But it was no use. The more he tried to resist, the more it seemed like an unstoppable force pulling him towards the inevitable.
Angel noticed the change in him and decided to approach him, "Tim, I know something's been bothering you lately. Is there something you want to talk about?"
Tim hesitated for a moment, unsure of how much to reveal. "I don't know, Angel. It's just..."
He trailed off, unable to find the words to express his feelings.
"Tim, it's okay. I know," Angel reassured him, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.
"You ...know?" Tim asked, his voice barely audible.
Angel nodded, her expression solemn.
Tim's eyes welled up with tears, "I don't know what to do, Angel. I'm scared. I think I'm falling in love with Dad."