This is a rewrite of one of the first sketches I wrote. It's one of my twisted ones - I don't really write in this style anymore, but it was fun updating it.
Int. Bedroom
Gladys, 80, is sat in bed in her dressing gown. In walks Ian, 21, with a tray of food.
Ian: Tea's up, Grandma!
Gladys: I don't think I can eat it. Because of the...
Ian: The illness?
Gladys: The tablets aren't working anymore.
Ian: I see.
Ian sits down on the bed. He starts to weep.
Ian: If there's anything you need, just ask.
Gladys: There was one thing.
Ian: Yes?
Gladys: Make me feel like a woman.
Ian: What?
Gladys: I haven't been with a man since 1957.
Ian: You want me to...?! No!
Gladys: But you said anything.
Ian: Well not that!
Gladys starts coughing.
Gladys: Just get your trousers off, please!
Ian: It's not right!
Gladys doubles over in pain and coughs violently.
Gladys: I haven't got long left.
Ian: Oh God!
Ian reluctantly stands up and unzips his flies. Gladys' hand moves towards his crotch.
Ian: I can't do it!
Ian grabs hold of Gladys' head and pulls the hair off. Blonde hair is revealed. He pulls Glady's face, which is a latex mask, off to reveal the face of a young woman.
Ian: I don't want to role play anymore!
Gladys: But it was your idea.
Ian: Just get changed.
Gladys tuts and gets out of bed and goes over to a wardrobe.
Ian: Wait a minute.
Gladys: What?
Ian: Keep the colostomy bag on.
ENDS