Chapter 153 – School Uniform Play With Mom

“Seonhu. This…”

Mom held up the clothes I gave her and was devastated.
It was an expected reaction.

“Mom, put it on. It will definitely suit you.”

Full of anticipation, I invited her mother.

“No, but this is a bit…”

Why is my mother so hesitant?
It was because the clothes I gave her were costumes that resembled the high school uniforms that her older sister wore.

“Mom. Didn’t you say you were responsible?”
“That… Even though I said so…”

Mom blushed in embarrassment.

“Still, this is too pretentious. No. How old is her mother?”

A mother who refuses.
But I couldn’t back down either.
If you miss this opportunity, this opportunity will never come.

“What if it’s a main book? Only I will look at it, as long as I like it.”
“… Still can’t. This is Soyoung. Did you bring it without saying anything?”
“It’s not my sister’s. I bought it.”
“Did you buy it?”

Even if I bought it, it was a present for my sister, so she still has it.
To tell you the truth, I won’t wear it.

Mom thought for a moment, then she shook her head again.

“… Seonhuja can’t I do something else? If mom is anything else, she’ll do anything. Huh?”

I smiled and passed her mother’s earnest wish.

“Mom. Please? I will come prepared.”
“Senhu, seonhu, seonhu!”

I left her room behind my mother’s anxious call.
Even my mother is shy at first, but in the end she listens to my request.
I’ll probably wear it this time too.

Thinking so, I returned to my room.

“I didn’t expect her to give her first demonstration to her mother.”

I took out the box I had hidden in my closet.

What’s in this box is a school uniform costume for men.
It contained the same school uniform costume I wore when I was in high school.

“Under…”

As I unfolded the school uniform, I was soaked in emotion.

Actually, I don’t have very good memories of this school uniform.
It’s something that seems to symbolize my dark school days.

When I was in school, I couldn’t make a single real friend.
I’ve never had a love affair that changed.
That’s all. I was bullied when I was in elementary and middle school.

My sister said, a timid chintta full of paranoia.
That was me

The dull and boring gray school days.
Looking at this school uniform only brings back bad memories.

But.
That’s why even more.
To cover those dark memories with beautiful ones.
I changed into my school uniform.

Wearing my school uniform, I stood in front of a full-length mirror.
It’s only been 2 years since I graduated from high school.
My appearance has not changed much between then and now.
Rather than imitating a 30-year-old entrepreneur in a drama, wearing a school uniform like this might suit me better.

“After…”

I took a slow, deep breath and prepared my mind.

Wearing a school uniform
To meet the mother in school uniform.
I left the room and headed to her mother’s room.

Has mom already changed?
Or is she still hesitating?

Maybe she’s in the middle of changing clothes.
If you’re lucky, maybe you’ll see her change clothes?

I crept up and opened the door without a sound.
Then, through the crack in the door, I peeked into the room.

“Ha…”

I saw my mother sighing in front of the mirror.
Her mother was already changing into her school uniform.

She became a mother who was in her 40s and heading towards her 50s.
Wearing the flowing summer uniform worn by high school girls.
Her cheeks were blushing in embarrassment in front of the mirror.

The sight of that mother struck my heart.

“What… Ha…”

Mom looked in the mirror and sighed her extension.

You will be disappointed
No matter how young she looks on the outside, she is not at an age where she can confidently wear a school uniform.
She honestly couldn’t even tell me that her mom in school uniform said she looked like a high school student.

The voluptuous breasts and hips that high school students can never have.
It would be against the law to be a high school girl with a performance like that.

It was only there that the school uniform was inflated so much that I wondered if it might burst.
The feeling of being embarrassed at the thought of not fitting in also rang a chord in my heart.
The sex appeal of an adult coexisted with the innocence of a girl.

“Like this? Or like this?”

Any role.
Whether you like the role or not.
Whether it suits me or not.
Accept your role and do your best.
That is the basic mindset you should have as an actor.

Her mom kept her to the basics and was looking for herself to match her school uniform.
She is a mother who checks her appearance in the mirror, changing her facial expressions and gestures little by little.
But she didn’t like it, and repeated that behavior several times.

Under the swaying skirt of her school uniform, her mother’s panties were peeking out.
It was pure white panties with a simple design.
She was a mother who always wore only sexy lingerie, but this time she was wearing innocent underwear to match her school uniform.

Seeing her mother like that, I felt her heart pounding.
A little more pure than lust.
I felt such excitement.

“Mom.”

When she enters her room and speaks out, her mother is startled.

“Stop, it’s the seonhu.”

Mom floundered, feeling more ashamed than when she was naked.
It’s not something that can be covered by covering it with her hand.
It’s not like she’s only covering important parts like when she’s naked.

“Mom, isn’t it weird? Can’t do it either I’m so ashamed. I’ll just change.”

A mother who speaks quickly and tries to take off her school uniform.

“Mom.”

I couldn’t stand the overflowing loveliness of her heart and hugged her mother.
She likes taking it off, but she does if she still wants to wait a bit longer.

“Thank you, Mom. I am so happy right now.”
“Seonhu-ya…”

The strength went out of the body of the mother who held me.

Comfy.
I am holding my mother in school uniform.
It was a strange feeling.

“Ah.”

And my mother belatedly noticed the clothes I was wearing.

“After death, you, those clothes…”

I laughed and showed off my school uniform in front of her mother.

“Mom, how are you? I tried on too, school uniform.”
“Stop, it’s the seonhu.”

My mother’s reaction was a little different from what I expected.

Are the feelings of embarrassment preceded?
My mother, who saw me in school uniform, had her pupils shaking.

“Why? Strange?”
“No, that, no, no.”
“No? What?”

I thought you’d like it a little more.
My mother was rather perplexed.
I think my school uniform was just as shocking to her mother.

“… Are you done now? Stop changing.”

Mom, barely calmed down, turned her head away.
Of course, I had no intention of changing like this.

“Mom.”

This time, I softly hug the mother who turned away from behind her.
She could feel her mother’s body trembling.

“Can I ask you one more question?”
“… What?”
“I want to do a situation play with my mom after a long time.”
“Situational play?”

At my words, Mom turned her head and blinked her eyes.

Situational play.
It is a play that is improvised without a script or anything, with only minimal background thrown in.

I rarely did it after high school, but when I was younger, I did it often with her mother.
That experience has helped me a lot in my growth.
As an actor and as a human being.
It is not an exaggeration to say that he made the current Jinseonhu.

In various situations, taking on various roles, they make up their own stories and act.
It was a great fortune for me to be able to practice like that with my mother, the best actress of the time.

Then, recalling the old memories, I suggested the same situation play to her mother once again.

“Oh, no.”

It’s different from the situational plays for acting practice that I used to do when I was young.

Mom and I both wear school uniforms.
And my relationship with my mother has changed as well.
From mother and son to man and woman.

Mom must have predicted how the situational play I suggested would play out.
Mom immediately shook her head.

“Mom. Please. Huh?”

I hugged her mother and fooled her around.
As if she wore the school uniform even though she was embarrassed, if I kept asking for it, my mother would have no choice but to break it eventually.

“Seonhu-ya…”

Mom looked at me with a worried face.

I could read the complex emotions on her mother’s face.
A sense of guilt and guilt for crossing the line with my son.
The appearance of me in school uniform may have been a trigger for my mother’s feelings.

It must be different from my feelings when I see a smile in a school uniform or my older sister.
Because I am a son to my mother.
Seeing me in school uniform, my mother may have remembered the time when she genuinely loved me as a son.

“I want to meet my mother when I was a student. Can’t we?”

Between my mother and I, 20 years of time has stood in the way.
It was physically impossible for me to meet my mother when I was in school.

However, even though it was physically impossible, it was possible in the play.
Both my mother and I are actors.

Sufficiently developed science and technology is said to be indistinguishable from magic.
So is acting.
Perfect acting is like magic.
Even science makes the impossible possible.

You can transcend time and space and become a completely different person.
For actress Lim Im-hye, acting as her past self would be nothing.

The excitement I felt when I saw my mother in her school uniform.
I wanted to find it.
If only I had met her mom as her classmate in my grim school years.
Wouldn’t my gray school days be a little different?

It felt so unfair to me that I couldn’t meet my mother in her most beautiful days just because she was born at a different time.
To alleviate her resentment, I asked her mother.
Ask me to play ‘High School Girl Im Im Hye’.

“Senhu, that’s… Can’t do that Mom is too old now…”
“Isn’t age important for a role?”

Convince the bewildered mother once again.

It doesn’t matter if the role is an animal or a person.
Gender and age don’t matter.
Actors only play their roles.
It was my mother who taught me that.

“Still… Acting as a high school girl at this age…”

I can understand the mother’s hesitation.
If you ask for acting that doesn’t suit you at all, even I will hate it.

However, I still wanted to see it.
A mother who plays a high school girl.
I wanted to meet high school girl Im Im-hye.

“Please, Mom. It will definitely help me a lot in my future career as an actor. I think it’s for my acting studies, so please do it this time.”

I hugged her mother and asked her again.

I also have a personal desire to see my mother playing a high school girl, but I couldn’t ignore the experience points I would gain through her acting.
If I continue to live as an actor in the future, this experience will surely be of great help.
There was no way my mother, who had been involved in this for a lot longer than I, would not have known.

“…”

‘For her son’.
Those words were the magic indulgence that justified her mother’s every action.

“… Then, don’t laugh at me because it doesn’t suit me.”

After thinking for a long time, the mother finally made a decision.

“Of course!”

Seeing me smiling wide with joy, her mother laughed incredulously.

“Then wait a minute. Prepare your mind.”

Mom closed her eyes like that and took a slow, deep breath.

Exciting! You can meet the high school girl’s mother!

──But before that.
Acting isn’t something mom does alone.
I should go back to being a high school student too.

I folded the memories up until now and put them in the storage of memories and sealed them.
And from the storehouse of memories, it called me back in my high school days.

I am not 21-year-old Sun-Hoo Jin, but 18-year-old Sun-Hoo Jin.

“After…”

Mom exhales slowly in front of me.
And opened her closed eyes.

High school mom…
No.
High school student Im Im Hye was there.