When I got home, Mom called me into her bedroom... the ultimate fantasy... although it wasn't to fuck her... of course... but it was to try on my costume. She said, "Try this on honey, so in case it's the wrong size Sally can do some last-minute alterations tomorrow."

"Man, she is fast," I said.

"Sally is the Supergirl of the designer world," Mom joked.

"I should have asked you to be Supergirl," I realized.

"Why?"

"Because you're super," I answered.

"That's the corniest thing you've ever said," she scoffed playfully, handing me the costume.

"I try," I shrugged, as I took it.

"Try it on," she said.

"Okay," I...