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Subject: {ASSM} Young Again -1 Age Regression, Body Modification, Exhib, Humiliation, (more sex next chapter)
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Young Again

Chapter 1

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WARNING:
This story is fiction, and should be treated as such.  The following story is
for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit
sex.  If you are not an adult, or reading sex stories upset you, DO NOT
read any further.  If it is illegal in your location, DO NOT read it.

This is a copyrighted work.  Copyright 2000 by Ted E.  Bear Reposting or
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a review or posted to a free-access, noncommercial archive sites.

DISCLAIMER: All characters are fictitious.  Any resemblance to anyone
either alive or dead is purely coincidental.

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   It was a solemn occasion, Jennifer's husband had just died a week ago
and was buried just three days ago.  She was still in morning and had just
found out that there was just enough money to maybe live on for one month
when she received a call from a man, telling her that he had some financial
details to go over with her.  Although she wasn't really up to it, she
didn't see how she couldn't go and find out if there was more money
somewhere to live on, after all at 62 she wasn't exactly a spring chicken
anymore and hadn't worked outside of the house since their first child was
born, forty years ago.

   Like a lot of older women, who had been busty all of their lives,
Jennifer was at least fifty pounds over weight and it seemed that most of
that excess weight had gone right to her breasts, as she now sported 'G'
cup sized tits, much larger than the 'D's' she had when she had married her
husband and even considerably larger than the double D's which they grew to
after breast feeding three children.  Although she still looked about seven
to ten years younger than her age, not too many wrinkles and her figure
while larger was still proportionate with the rest of her body.

   She arrived at the man's office and after just a short wait, was ushered
into his private office.  "My condolences Mrs.  Smith on your recently
loss." he said sincerely.

   "It was sudden.  He hadn't been sick a day in his life.  He didn't have
high blood pressure or anything.  He had a heart attack and was gone before
they could get him to the hospital." she said and broke down into tears.

   He walked over to her and held her in his arms as she cried openly and
loudly for a long time.  When she finally calmed down, he helped her sit in
the chair across from his desk.

   After sitting in his chair, he said, "While your husband didn't know
when, he must have known that he would die that way, and soon.  He told me
that all the men in his family had died in their late sixties of a sudden
heart attack and that their was nothing that he could do to avoid it.  He
didn't want you to know this before it happened, as he knew that you would
needlessly worry about it, and since there was nothing that either of you
could do about it, he decided not to cause you more grief than you are
experiencing now.  But he did make some plans to assist you in your
hopefully long life after he went."

   Jennifer perked up some, she thought that he had left her penniless,
broke and would live on his meager social security checks or try and find a
job at her advanced age.

   "First of all he told me that he wanted you to be young and vibrant
again.  Is that something that you would like?" the man asked.

   "Huh?  I'm not understanding what exactly your saying.  I heard the
words, but what do you mean by young and vibrant?" she asked.

   "Let's put it like this, if you could, would you like to be say
somewhere in the twenty to thirty age bracket again?" he explained.

   "Sure, who wouldn't, but it's not going to happen." she replied.

   "So, if it were possible, you would like to go back and live your life
all over again.  While you would retain your memories of your first time
around, you would look basically like you did back then.  You couldn't be
Mom or Grandma, as you would essentially be your children's contemporary.
Your house would be free and clear, but you would have to get a new life.
Would you be interested under those terms?" He explained.

   "What kind of games are you playing with me.  You know that you can't
deliver what you are promising.  What kind of scam are you trying out on
me?" she asked indignantly.

   "Other than the equity in your house, you have no assets.  Unless your
kids chip in, you'll even loose that, as the mortgage company will
foreclose on your house within six months, unless you happen to sell it
first, and right now used home sales are down, so even if you sold it, you
wouldn't get what you think it's worth, and then there is the expenses of
the sale which will further erode whatever you get plus the cost of moving,
and where are you going to go with no income.  No Mrs.  Smith, I'm not
trying to pull anything over on you.  I don't need you to sign anything. 
If you agree verbally to my terms, your mortgage will be paid off and you
will receive a free and clear title to your house so that no one can take
it from you.  Your taxes and insurance will be paid every year, you will
only need to worry about food, doctors clothes, transportation and
medicine. Still skeptical?" he explained.

   She still felt something was wrong, but how could she argue with him. 
As he said, he didn't need her to sign anything, so how could they
bamboozle her?  "Yes I am.  What's the catch?  Something is wrong here, I
just haven't figured it out yet." she replied.

   "I'm a patient man.  I have to be because most of my work involves
widow's, such as yourself, who are put into precarious financial positions.
Let me explain another way.  I could still payoff your mortgage and leave
you just as you are.  You would get $1,200 a month from social security to
pay for all your necessities of life.  Since you aren't 65 yet, one of
those necessities is medical insurance, at least until you turned 65.  At
your age that would run you six to eight hundred a month, leaving only four
to six hundred to live on.  From that you would have to pay for food,
clothing, transportation, and a portion of doctors, hospital and medicines,
not to mention coming up with taxes and homeowners insurance once a year
for the house.  That doesn't take into account any gifts for your children
or grandchildren, going to the beauty parlor, eating any meals out or any
other extravagance.  Or I could get you a job today at a department store
making $7 an hour, which would gross the same amount of money, but they
would pay for your health insurance.  After taxes and other deductions you
would make slightly less than $200 a week or about $850 a month.  But
remember, you would also have additional expenses of transportation getting
to and from your job, you would have to have nicer clothes and make-up.  So
what little extra you would make for the next eight years until you turned
70, would be spent on those extras.  Personally I would do that though, if
I were you, but only you could make that decision.  However, what I am
offering you is a new life, where you wouldn't have those financial worries
but I can see that you don't believe me.  I am going to do something that I
rarely do.  I'm going to give you a preview, to prove that I am on the up
and up." he said.

   With that Jennifer suddenly felt a lot lighter, the weight on her chest
not as heavy.  She looked down and immediately noticed that she wasn't
wearing the same clothes that she had worn over there.  Her breasts while
still big were not as huge as they had been and she asked excitedly,
"What's happening?  What have you done to me?"

   "Why don't you go into my private bathroom and have a look in the mirror
for yourself." he suggested.

   Jennifer picked herself up and walked into his bathroom.  She turned the
light on and almost feinted dead away when the face and body in the mirror
were exactly as she looked when she was twenty-something.  She had to hold
onto the counter to keep from falling, her knees shook so badly.  When she
had gathered up her composure, she went back out into the office and sat
down.

   "This isn't possible!" she exclaimed.

   "But it is Mrs.  Smith." he replied and then said nothing, waiting for
her to talk first as they looked each other in the eye.

   Finally, she broke the Mexican standoff, and said, "You've done it, but
it still isn't possible or I would have heard of it."

   "Do you think that it's an optical illusion maybe?" he asked.

   Even though a strange man was sitting right across from her, she raised
her hand and felt her breasts.  They felt firmer and smaller than they had
in years.  Now she didn't know what to think.

   "Are you convinced that you now look like you did about forty years
ago?" he asked.

   "Yes." she replied

   Suddenly she felt herself growing.  She looked down and saw that she
looked as she did when she walked in.

   "Yes, I've returned you to the state you were when you walked in here. I
can return you to the younger state if you desire, but you have to tell me
that is what you want.  Unfortunately, I am out of time for you today.  I
will tell you what I will do, if you desire.  I can temporarily give you
back your youth for one week, but only when you are inside of your house
alone.  This way you can try it out and if you want to make it permanent,
call me for an appointment.  While you are on a trial basis, all of your
clothing will automatically switch between your clothing and those
appropriate for a twenty year old.  You will be on auto-pilot.  Whenever
someone rings your doorbell, or you are getting ready to go outside, you
will automatically revert to your current age.  Then when they leave or you
return home, you will revert back to as you were a moment ago.  So as not
to incur additional finance charges, your mortgage has already been paid
off and sometime next week you should receive a paid off copy of your note.
My offer is basically open ended, but there is a one year maximum for you
to accept the offer.  Oh yes, there is one more detail about you going back
and starting over again.  Within six months of you making this change
permanent, you will meet a very wealthy man who will make sure that you
never will go for want again.  I'm sorry that I can't tell you any more,
confidentiality you know.  If, on the other hand you decide that you just
want to take the job at Macy's or Bloomingdales' call me and I'll arrange
it.  Good luck Mrs.  Smith.  At least some of your financial woes were
resolved today."

   All the way home she wondered if she had just visited the Twilight Zone.
It was just too weird to have been real.  After all, no one could really
make her young again, could they?

   Sure enough, as soon as she walked into her house, she felt herself
become lighter and firmer.  She ran to her bedroom to look in the mirror
and again, saw that she was as she looked when she was in her early
twenties, wearing a tight, low cut blouse that well displayed her more than
ample cleavage and a tight, short skirt that showed off her tiny waist and
flaring hips.

   "What would I do with this bomb shell body without Tim?" she thought to
herself.  "I'd probably get married again and go through the pain of having
more children and raising them.  Why would I want to do that all over
again. Besides, if I went back, I'd have to make all new friends.  I
wouldn't know anyone my own age.  Heck, even my own children would be older
than me."

   The week went by quickly.  Strangely, there weren't many visitors and
she didn't go out except once to the grocery store.  Of sure, her friends
had called her on the phone, but everyone seemed to be giving her space and
time to grieve about the lose of her husband.  There was one really
peculiar thing though that seemed to have stuck in her mind, the entire
week she seemed constantly horny, masturbating with her old faithful
vibrating dildo several times a day and always going for at least three
orgasms with it before going to sleep.

   In fact the week had passed so quickly, that she really hadn't thought
about the offer and suddenly one afternoon, with no one in the house with
her, she just changed back into her 62 year old self.  It was this sudden
loss of youth, that she had almost become accustomed to again, that got her
to thinking about what she was going to do about the rest of her life.  Her
money was dwindling and she debated the pros and cons of going both ways,
either taking the department store job or being twenty again.  It must have
been the allure of immortality, that made her decide to be twenty again,
about two weeks later, and she called to set up an appointment for the next
day.

  
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   "Mrs.  Smith, how are you?" the man asked.

   "Fine.  Uh, as I said on the phone yesterday, I've decided to take you
up on your offer." she replied.

   "Good!  I'm sure that you will be much happier too!" he responded.

   "So, what do we have to do to make the change permanent?" she asked.

   "Well, most of my clients don't want to do this too soon.  They want to
get their final good byes in, to their family and close friends first.  Of
course, you can't tell them why, as they'll think your looney tunes, if you
try to explain that you're soon to be twenty again.  So what I recommend,
is that you just spend some quality time with them, and then tell them that
you will be going away for awhile.  Of course, you won't be coming back to
them.  Take your time, spend a couple weeks, a month, a couple of months if
you so desire, and then call me when you are ready." he explained.

   "That's it?  Nothing else?" she asked, shocked that it would be so
simple.

   "Yes, that's all there is to it." he assured her.

  
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   Six weeks later after spending a lot of time with her three children and
six grandchildren, Jennifer called to make the appointment for the final
transformation.

   "Jennifer, uh, may I call you that?" he said as he showed her into his
office.

   "Sure, why not." she said with a big smile on her face.

   "So, are you sure that you are ready?" he asked.

   "Yes, I've spent a marvelous six weeks with my children and
grandchildren.  I'm ready." she replied.

   A few moments later, she could feel herself changing, but it was not
exactly the same change as before.  While she basically looked like her
twenty year old self, there were some differences.  She still had her 'G'
cup sized tits, although just as firm as her twenty year old 'D' cup sized
ones had been, and although she had, had a pretty nice hour glass figure
before, it was even more dramatic now.  Whereas she had been a 38-25-37 the
first time around, she was now a 39-20-37.  She also weighed seven pounds
less this time, and everything about her was shaplier, her arms, legs,
feet, hands, even her fingers and toes looked better.  Even her face was
slightly different, making her a true beauty this time around, with
thicker, poutier lips, a shorter, nose, wider, bluer, eyes, and her long
thick hair fell to just above her ass, which was also shapelier and more
inviting, even under her dress.

   Speaking of clothing, her dress was much more daring than it had been
for the trial run.  Her panties were little more than a g-string and her
brasier was a quarter cup push up style, leaving 75% of her breast naked.
Her blouse was cut so low, that it barely contained her honey dew melon
sized tits with the very tops of her areolas peeking out over the top.  It
was so thin, that the rest of her areolas clearly showed through the thin
material and her painfully erect nipples drastically tented the thin
material out.  Her micro-mini skirt was so short that it would only keep
her descent if she stood perfectly still.  If she bent forward slightly her
ass cheeks would show, if she bent forward past forty degrees her pussy
would begin showing, while she walked, both her ass cheeks and pussy would
peek out and when she sat down, the short skirt would hike above her pussy,
no matter how much she tugged on it.  To finish off her look, she wore
black, sheer, seamed stockings that ended at the very tops of her thighs
and were self-supporting, and six inch, pencil thin, stiletto high heeled
shoes.

   Her make-up too was more than she would normally wear during the day,
maybe for a special evening party, but not regular day time make-up.  Her
finger and toe nails were painted in a bright, 'fuck-me' red color, as were
her full, pouty, very kissable lips.  A touch of rouge on her cheeks, just
enough to make her look like she was blushing.  Her eye lids were painted
in a baby blue hue and lined with black eye liner.  Her eye lashes had been
lengthened considerably in the transformation process and were brushed out
to make them even more noticeable.  Her eyebrows had been thinned
permanently and looked very good on her.

   The look said high class hooker, or possibly slut, and all of her
clothes, which was transformed along with her, was similarly cut, and or
similarly revealing.  All of her bras were now quarter cut.  All of her
panties were either g-string type or crotchless, with the rest of the
material being sheer.  There was no pantyhose or slips, and all of her
stockings were sheer and designed in some way or another to draw attention
to her legs.  They had a seam up the back or they had designs on them.  Her
skirts were all just as short as the one she was currently wearing while
her blouses were evenly divided between being cut just as low as the one
she currently wore or they were sheer.  Her dresses had the most variety.
There were flowery sun dresses, that while covering her legs to just below
her knees, were so sheer that in any kind of light, you could easily make
out her pussy, ass and tits.  There was the going to church or work suits,
that the skirt would fall to mid-thigh and the jacket was cut in such a way
as to expose a goodly portion of her cleavage.  Of course she was mentally
prepared to wear these suits without a blouse.  There was the going out to
a nice restaurant, the theater, or similar activity dresses that were
simple in design and of a solid color.  The skirts, would fall to one third
of the way down her thighs, the bust would be cut just a little higher than
her blouses, in as much as they just covered the tops of her areolas and
from the bottom of her ass up, it would fit her like a second skin. 
Lastly, there were the formal dresses.  These were further divided into two
categories, full length skirts and above the knee skirts.  From the ass up,
both were cut the same as her going out nine dresses, but of course
fancier. The full length skirts were all cut as if the woman was to take
short, mincing steps, they were so tight from the crotch down, but then
they were slit up the sides to just above her crotch, so that the person in
it could indeed walk in it.  The shorter skirts, while also similarly cut,
were a little looser, but instead of being cut up the sides, their slits
were front and back.  Three of the six full length dresses, were also
backless, and cut so that not only did she display cleavage in front, but
the top of her ass crack was also visible in the back, giving her an ass
cleavage on display as well.

   She couldn't see yet, that she was completely hairless below her
shoulders.  No longer would she need to shave her arm pits nor legs.  In
addition, the thick bush between her legs, that she had always been so
proud of, was gone, leaving her thick labia majora's completely visible
should any one be able to see between her legs, which of course in such
short skirts, they would.  While she still had most of her thought process
in tact, she had been programed, during her transformation, to accept her
new clothing and make-up styles.  Even if she went out shopping for new
clothes, she'd end up buying the exact same style that now made up her new
wardrobe.  Oh, she would be embarrassed, being seen in her new clothes, but
she would wear them and go out in public just as if she were wearing her
old, more conservative clothes.

   "What have you done to me?" Jennifer cried out as she looked down at her
transformed body, noticing that her tits were just as big as before and the
slutty looking clothes that she was wearing.

   "Just what you wanted, to turn you back into a twenty year old." he
replied innocently.

   "But the last time my tits shrunk and they certainly weren't hanging out
of my blouse like this, and the skirt was longer!" she exclaimed.

   "Oh you'll get used to the sexier wardrobe in no time." he replied, "Why
don't you have a look at it in the mirror.  You know were the bathroom is."

   In spite of the fact that she had never worn heels, higher than three
inches before, she walked into the bathroom as if she had worn sky high
heels all of her life.  While she didn't notice the way her ass moved, as
if she were a street walker looking to pick up a trick, she did notice the
way her huge tits bounced and swayed and jiggled due to her virtually
non-existent bra, realizing with each step that she took, more of her
areolas became visible and the way her bare nipples rubbed against the
material sending shock waves of pleasure through her chest and then
straight down to her clit, which was making her pussy juice up.

   She stood there in shock, looking at herself in the mirror.  She was a
bundle of confusion and mixed emotions.  On one hand, she was gorgeous,
even better than when she was twenty.  Much prettier and definitely better
built.  Her larger chest, combined with her smaller waist, gave her a body
that wet dreams were made from.  So much so, that she wasn't sure that she
really wanted it.  It was a body that would draw men's stares and lust like
a magnet while scorn from the women, except for the lesbians, who would
also be drawn to her.  The small modifications to her face, on the other
hand were perfect.  The nose could have gone either way, but she did like
the thinner eye brows, longer lashes, larger lips and the slightly higher
cheek bones.

   The clothing on the other hand, was way too slutty.  The blouse was cut
so low that it didn't even hide her areolas and was so thin, that what was
covered, was easily visible through the material.  The skirt was
scandalously short.  There was no way that she could move around in it with
displaying the hidden assets below it, and she knew that by the laws of
physics, that when she sat down, she wouldn't be covered at all.  Then
there was those ridiculously high, high heeled shoes, only sluts and whores
wore heels this high, yet there they were on her feet.

   Still looking at herself in the mirror, she began to cry.  When she
composed herself enough to go back out into the office, her face was tear
streaked.

   "You've got to change me back!  I don't want to look this way." she
sobbed.

   "Sorry, once the change is made, there is no going back.  I asked more
than once if you were sure.  Remember?" he said.

   "Yes, but you tricked me.  You said the change would make me look like I
did when I was twenty, not like some wet dream from your imagination." she
retorted.

   "True, but you never asked if this is how you would look, I just said
that this was a possibility, not the exact change.  Now you are stuck with
it, the body, the style of clothes and make-up.  This is how you will
look." he replied.

   Jennifer gave him an icy stare while he looked her directly in the eyes.
She finally realized that there was nothing that she could do about it and
started to leave, when he said, "Oh, by the way, I'll be seeing you for
dinner at your house tonight, shall we say seven."

   "I never want to see you again!" she screamed at him, tears flowing
freely down her face.

   "I realize that, but there are some additional things that you do need
to know, and I'll go over them during and after dinner tonight." he advised
her.

   Crying she left the stranger's office.  Although still crying inside,
she made her way to the ladies room washed the tears off of her face and
touched up her slutty make-up and then took the elevator down to the lobby.
As she got off of the elevator, she straightened up to perfect posture, not
slumping down hunching her shoulders forward like many women do who are
large chested, instead, she threw her shoulders back and thrust her chest
out, making them even more prominent than tits that size would be anyway.
Then with a seductive smile on her face she walked out of the building, her
hips swishing to one side, then a pregnant pause and back to the other
side, her ass cheeks bounced and noticeably clapped, apart and then
together, and her huge knockers bounced, swayed and jiggled, displaying the
entire tops of her areolas with each upwards lurch.  Her short, not too
tight skirt's hem, was also bouncing with each pronounced step that she
took, letting everyone see the naked bottoms of her ass cheeks, including
the crack, and her thick hairless pussy lips with the tiny string of her
panties bisecting them.

   Everywhere she went, she drew stares from men and women alike, although
the men, and the women who liked women, stared in lust and astonishment
over such a perfectly built woman, while the rest of the women stared with
looks to kill.  Even the children, some as young as seven years old, stared
at her erotic, over exposed body.  She had valet parked her car, down the
street and it was the longest block that she had ever had to walk.  The
same man whom had taken her car when she had dropped it off, was the one at
the stand when she walked up to it.  He had been openly staring at her as
she approached and even licked his lips a couple of times.  Jennifer was
totally humiliated having to be out in public this way and would have been
even more so, if she were aware of how she had been forced to move as she
walked, but at least that humiliation had been kept hidden from her
consciousness.

   She handed the man her ticket and he quickly brought her car up to the
valet stand.  He got out and stood on the inside of the door, holding it
open for her.  Jennifer knew that there would be no way to gracefully get
into her car, at least not without exposing herself and attempted to do so
with the least bit of exposure that she could get away with.  She noted
that the valet had left very little room for her to squeeze into the car
and was further shocked and embarrassed that, not only didn't she say
something to him, but that she turned towards him and rubbed her boobs
across his chest, pausing momentarily and pressing against him a little
harder before, leaning forward, which allowed her blouse to fall away from
her chest and expose her naked nipples and then, as she sat down, her skirt
hiked itself half way up her hips, leaving her hairless pussy fully exposed
to his leering face, as again, she made a pregnant pause, with one foot
near the gas pedal, while the other foot was still on the ground outside of
the car.  Even as she drew the other foot into her car, her skirt rode up
even higher, almost to the tops of her hips now.  She placed her left foot
against the carpeted wall of the car, while the right foot stayed next to
the console between the seats, leaving her cunt still fully visible to his
lecherous stare, and as she moved around to get comfortable, her right tit
popped fully out of the blouse.  Without even attempting to pull her skirt
down, nor to put her breast back into the blouse, she blushed as she looked
up into his bugged out eyes and handed him his tip for bringing the car to
her.

   He really thanked her, handed her the tip back and said
enthusiastically, "After the show you put on for me, plus brushing those
huge hooters of yours into my chest, I'd feel guilty taking your money from
you.  You've given me a better tip than money could buy!  Have a great
day!"

   Jennifer blushed deeper, but still didn't adjust her clothes, leaving
her skirt hiked up to the tops of her hips and her right tit still outside
of her blouse, and drove off.  She was really humiliated now.  Mentally,
she wanted to at least put her breast back inside of her blouse, knowing
that everyone on the sidewalk and everyone who drove by her could see her
huge naked breast outside of her blouse, but try as she did, she couldn't
get her hands to move to put it back inside of her blouse until she was
sitting in the driveway of her home.  What made the matter even worse was
that all the way home, she kept glancing out of her window to see the
shocked stares of people on the sidewalk and while at red lights, she would
look towards the car on her right side while playing with her exposed
breast.

   While her top was presentable as she exited her car, she couldn't tug
her skirt down until she was fully out of the car, while her next door
neighbor, a horny old man of seventy stood there and openly stared at her
nakedness.  She walked as fast as she could to the door and, after fumbling
with her keys, opened the door and finally was in the safety of her own
home.  The neighbors and her children though, thought that she was just the
house sitter, the story that she had given them before "going away for a
while".  At this point, she was so embarrassed over her new body and
clothes, that she wanted to die, have the earth open up and swallow her, so
that she wouldn't have to face this any more, at least those were her
thoughts, but another part of her programing would never allow her to harm
herself, much less take her own life.

   After composing herself again, she went to her bedroom, hoping to find
decent clothes to change into.  First she checked in her underwear drawer
and was shocked to find that all of her bras were just like the one that
she was wearing, just a little shelf to place her huge breasts on to hold
them up nice and high for everyone to see just how big they really were. 
The panties were no better, most were little string jobs that she didn't
know how she'd ever get them on and off without tearing them they were so
minimal and delicate, while the rest, though covering more of her belly and
ass, were crotchless and she wanted to break down and cry, but she had
already cried so much today, she didn't have any more tears to shed.

   She didn't really want to know how bad the rest of her wardrobe was,
considering how bad her underwear was, but she just had to know.  She
walked into her closet and the first thing that she noticed was that other
than a couple pair of tennis shoes, all of her shoes were high heels with
similar heels to the ones that she was wearing.  They looked like they came
in three heights, 5", 6" and 7".  Next she noticed the skirts and
immediately realized that they were all as short as the ones she was
wearing.  Above them were her blouses separated by type and color.  Going
through the knit blouses, they too were all cut just like the one she was
wearing, other than some were sleeveless and other's had long sleeves, in
addition to the short sleeved ones like she was wearing.  The button down
blouses were next, and to her utter horror, they were all sheer, with her
quarter cup bras, her breasts would be on full display whenever she wore
them.

   Just then, the door bell rang.  "Who the hell could that be?" she
thought to herself, "My kids, my friends and my neighbors know that I've
gone away on vacation!"

   She didn't want to answer the door, not looking like she did, but
whoever was there was insistent and kept ringing the bell.  Finally she
gave up and went to answer the door.  "Damn!" she thought to herself, "It's
that nosey old goat from next door!"

   "Yes, may I help you?" she said.

   "I'm Mr.  Watson.  I live next door.  This is a nice neighborhood and I
don't want you to think that you can mess it up!" he stated.

   "Uh, I'm sorry, what are you talking about?" she asked him, somewhat
taken aback.

   "You!  You slut!  You're dress just like a prostitute!  I'm here to tell
you if you have a lot of male company, you'd better be inviting me over
regularly for freebies, or I'll call the cops on you!" he spat and walked
away.

   Jennifer was really shaken up by his diatribe, and the worse part of it
was that he was right, she did look like a hooker.  When her nerves calmed
down enough, she went back to her bedroom to further explore her new
wardrobe.  Next came the suits, which on her initial glance didn't look so
bad, the skirts were short, but not as short as the other skirts.  She
immediately realized how transparent the sun dresses would be and with her
choice of underwear, she'd really be exposed in them.  The evening wear was
better, but not by much and she marveled at the exquisiteness of the formal
dress, not yet noticing the slits.  The last things in her closet were her
nightgowns, again with three different styles, one worse than the other. 
There was long sheer nightgowns, with matching sheer robes.  The gown
itself had a built in bra sections that would hide no more of her huge
breasts than her knit blouses did, and what was covered would be fully
visible through the flimsy sheer material.  Then there was the baby doll
night gowns, also sheer, and with no panties, so she'd be completely naked
from above her crotch all the way down to her feet.  Lastly, there was a
modified baby doll grouping.  The bust of these also had an under wire
built into them, but where her breasts would go, there was no material, so
her breasts would stick out obscenely.  These did have panties, sheer and
crotchless, the hole not just exposing her pussy, but went all the way up
the back so that her ass crack too would be fully exposed.  She then
spotted her slippers, they were clear plastic with different colored puffs
on the strap over the top of her foot and appeared to have 4" heels, just
like her shoes.  There was one warm terry cloth robe.

   She went back to her dresser and began looking through it.  First she
went through her shorts drawer.  While not having tried any of them on, she
noted that they all looked extremely tight and stretchy and would cling to
her body like a second skin, outlining every nook and cranny that it
covered.  Next was her t-shirt drawer.  In it she found some t-shirts, all
had funny little sayings or cartoons right where her breasts would be and
they all looked to be a size or two too small for her, which meant that
they'd really be tight right across her boobs.  There were also several
crop topped shirts, which looked like she be exposing the bottoms of her
tits when she wore them and certainly couldn't be wearing a bra with them.
Then there were several athletic jerseys, sleeveless and sideless.  Again,
it would be impossible to wear a bra with them.  The sides of her breasts
would be exposed and if some joker wanted to stick his hand into the side
of these blouses, her tits would be very accessible.

   She didn't want to know anymore, but looked anyway.  The last of the
blouses were halters, some were knit and others were cotton, both would
leave a lot of breast flesh exposed and both were translucent, which would
mean at least the darker color of her nipples would show through.  Most
would not allow for wearing a bra underneath, but what difference did it
make, her bras didn't cover most of her breast anyhow.  In what had been
her jean drawer she found thin stretch pants that looked to be at least one
size too small and the material so thin, that it would be like walking
around naked in them.

   Jennifer was really crushed.  "What had she gotten herself into?  How
could this have happened to her?  What had she done to deserve this?  She
had been a good wife, a faithful wife, a good mother and grandmother, and
had been a religious woman all of her life.  This just couldn't be
happening to her!" were the thoughts that went through her head as she
stood there not believing that something so bad and horrible like this
could happen to a good person like herself.

   She awoke at 4:00 exactly and went to the kitchen to begin preparing
dinner.  To her amazement, she realized that she was preparing dinner for
two, not just for herself.  "Why am I doing this?  I'm not letting that
creep into my house!" she thought to herself, but continued preparing a
really nice dinner for two.

   At 7:00 sharp, the door bell rang.  Her dinner was ready.  She had even
set the table with her best china and crystal and there were candles in the
candle stick holders.  She wanted to die as she sashayed over to the front
door with a big smile on her face.  She didn't want to open the door but
she did and said, "Why hello!  Won't you come in!" and the man that she
feared and loathed walked in like a boy friend on a date.

   After closing the door, she instinctive went to him, put her arms around
his neck and passionately kissed this hateful man, while pressing her huge
tits into his chest as he placed a hand on each of her buttocks and pulled
her against him fondling and kneading her ass cheeks.  Being pressed right
up against him, she could feel his erection against her belly.  Now her
husband had been large, with an eight inch cock, but this man must be hung
like a small horse, his cock feeling almost twice as big as her husband's
had been.

   When they broke their embrace, her head was spinning, her nipples were
painfully erect, her clit was tingling and her pussy was feeling squishy
from all the juices she had secreted.  She felt like she had after her
first real passionate kiss in high school and wondered why he was having
this kind of affect on her, especially since she hated him for all the
horrible things he had done to her, but she didn't vocalize her curiosity,
not wanting to let him know that he had gotten to her.

   "Why don't you sit down and I'll get dinner on the table." she said
breathlessly, still somewhat woozy from their kiss.  She served a fabulous
meal and they ate in silence.  When the meal was through, the man helped
her clear the table and dried the dishes while she washed.

   "It's time to sit down and talk." he said and they went and sat in the
living room, side by side on the love seat. 
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   OK readers, here's your chance to have input to my story.  What is the
devil going to make Jennifer do?  After fucking her in all three holes and
between her tits of course.  I'm not going to allow her to be his play
thing, this one evening will be his only sexual contact with her, but
pretty much else anything goes.

   Write to me your ideas and send them to tedebear690@yahoo.com
<mailto:tedebear690@yahoo.com>

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