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Subject: {ASSM} RP: Young Again - Chapter 1 (no sex this chapter, nc, mc, age regression, body modifications)
Date: Sat, 24 Feb 2001 10:10:04 -0500
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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. (C)Copyright 2000 by Ted E. Bear
Reposting or any other use of it is strictly prohibited without the
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may be posted as part of a review or posted to a free-access,
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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 shapelier, 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.

End Chapter 1

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