Beneath the thin blanket, I felt her tremble, pressing back against me. I could sense her eyes staring into the middle distance.I knew what I wanted t...o do. What she wanted me to do. But even with that certainty, I couldn’t have made a move if she’d been looking at me at that moment. Facing the television screen opened up a tiny window of permission, of opportunity.My hands crept slowly along her arms, fingertips tracing against her warm skin. Paused just above her elbows. I held her upper arms. “Mum are you awake?” Still no response. Billy started to tremble a little. It looked like his plan had worked. He was starting to get excited. Billy lifted Elaine’s arm and let it fall. Yep she was out cold. Billy drew the curtains and locked the front door.Entering the living room again he saw his mum hadn’t moved. He stared at her. She was wearing a blouse and skirt. The skirt had risen up her legs a little, maybe half-way up her thighs. He watched her chest rise and fall slowly as she slept.. 'My God, I can't believe I'm actually doing this!' He thought to himself as he stepped up onto the stage. 'I must be as crazy as that guy is.'Making a final adjustment to the "costume" the other girls backstage had given him, he got into a position he wasn't sure he knew (or wanted to know) where it came from.A moment before the curtain went up, the music started. It was an old song he'd heard thousands of times on the radio, but never quite like that. And never with the sort of stirrings deep. My eyes are hazel so I emphasize them with dark green eyeshadow bordered in black.My lashes are also long and black.My lip-stick is bright red to match my nails.Then I begin to dress.I've brought along what Darrel likes me to wear.Black lingerie.The bra I fill with natural looking and feeling DD prosthetics.I attach my ultra sheer black stockings to a garter belt that rides just above my hips.I tuck my tiny white penis under and put on a tight red thong.Then I slip into a mid thigh black skirt.