Post by chronoeclipse on Dec 9, 2018 11:43:11 GMT -6
So just to clarify - her personality won't be changing. Just her hairstyle. She will it her have an old lady hairstyle or a modern hairstyle.
I'm not entirely sure what to do with this one because only 3 people weighed in, one vote for modern hairstyle and two votes for partial personality change (if I'm understanding your votes correctly). The rest of you can give you two cents for another few hours as I'm working on the next chapter, and the two who voted on personality change - mind clarifying if you want a modern or an old lady hairstyle?
Post by chronoeclipse on Dec 10, 2018 11:28:57 GMT -6
If only things were that simple! In any case, here is the first part of this weeks chapter... the last scene in this part could have gone some wild places if X-rated had won over PG/R-rated. I will hopefully be posting the rest of this chapter sometime before Sunday, and to make up for the tardiness i'm going to throw in the scene that was the losing choice from last weeks this or that - where Amy Blonde is visited by a young male attendant in the morning who treats her like an old lady in a nursing home.
In the yellow room Amy found a matching pair of sunflower print pajama shorts and tank top. She reluctantly put the pjs on wondering how whoever put them out for her knew her clothes size. The brightly colored shorts hugged her slender thighs and modest booty comfortable and the tanktop came down just low enough to give a peak of her flat stomach. She brushed her teeth, trying to shake off the image of her friend as a doddering old woman who could barely hold up her instrument. Then she washed her face and climbed into bed. She laid there for a few minutes staring at the dresser across from the room. After several minutes of this she climbed back out of bed and rushed over to the cards laying on the dresser. She opened the top drawer and swept them all into it shutting the drawer definitely and then climbed back into bed and turned out the light to go to sleep.
One room over in the green room, Candace was having a lot less trouble falling asleep. She took a quick shower and brushed her teeth, rolling her eyes at the cup on the sink marked ‘dentures’. She had found the green silk pajamas laying out for her and excitedly put them on. Then, she moved the walker by the bed aside and crawled in, quickly passing out.
On the other side of Candace’s room in the pink room Lauren had found a sheer hot pink teddy waiting for her. She smirked, thinking that some member of the house staff was clearly trying to make one of their fantasies come true. But she figured it wouldn’t hurt to indulge a bit, and if this was a reality show, her market testing with men ages 18 - 40 would sky rocket! As long as that creep Mr. Silver didn’t catch a glimpse of her in the sexy nightgown she was cool with it. And besides, it was nice to have something youthful to play with, in a room clearly designed for an old person. Once she was undressed she did her night time stretches and then went to the bathroom to brush her teeth and apply her overnight face mask. Once her beauty regimen was complete she hopped up onto the bed and took out the matching nail polish color and began to touch-up her toenails. Wiggling her pink toes she smiled and shook her head at the notion of people trying to scare her and her friends with the fear of getting old. She then crawled under the covers and went to bed.
Across the hall in the Grey room Ed Silver was consoling the maid Margaux on one of the twin beds. He rubbed her back gently, while staring at her sizable cleavage.
“There, there, it’s all right.” He said in a gentle voice.
“No, it was so ‘orrible. I looked like… how do you say? A prune!” The young woman said through her thick accent.
“You don’t look like a prune now baby! You look like a plum thats juicy enough to eat!” He said leaning over to kiss her neck.
She scoffed and pushed him away.
“Ugh! You are old enough to be my Papa!” She said folding her arms over her chest.
“What? C’mon baby, i’m young at heart. Besides wouldn’t a fling with an OLDER man make you feel young and sexy?” The balding man asked her taking her hand and kissing up her arm.
The french girl shook her head.
“Non! Not right now. I am too, how do you say? Traumatized.” She said putting up her hand to block him.
Ed sighed and rolled his eyes and turned to change into the steel colored mens pajama set that was laid out on his bed.
“Suits yourself. I imagine you know the way back to your room from here seeing as you work in the house.” He said tying the drawstring on his pajama pants.
The maid hesitated.
“Mmmm I maybe would be willing to give a good night kiss if I was able to stay on your extra bed Monsieur. As long as there is no other.... Funny stuff.” She said with a flirtatious smile.
Ed smirked. “Sure baby, you can use the extra bed. You sleep tight.”
He said and walked over to collect his kiss. She took a deep breath and then puckered her pouty lips and he leaned in and gave her a big wet kiss, shoving his tongue into her mouth. He pulled back and snickered, sauntering back to his bed as she wiped the spittle from her mouth and took off her apron and shoes but otherwise slipped under the covers in her uniform.
In the next room over someone else was trying to get a goodnight kiss.
“C’mon Heather just let me help you to bed.” Russell said standing in the doorway with the top few buttons of his shirt unbuttoned.
The 51 year old redhead stood in her doorway, still in her dress, holding her shoes.
“No Russell. Go to bed. I just want to be alone.” She said sternly.
“I could massage your aching feet as you drift off to bed.” He suggested.
“No…” She said, the hint of a smile sneaking up on her worn face. The thought of a foot massage right now did actually sound really good. Her feet weren’t used to supporting her new girth and were aching like mad.
“Well how about we just make-out for a little while… until we get tired?” He said with a roguish smile.
“Noooooo!” She said with a giggle. She was beginning to appreciate his persistence, it was… flattering considering what she looked like now.
“A kiss goodnight then!” He quickly suggested.
She sighed and nodded.
“Fine, a kiss good night. God, you’re a straight-up cougar hunter huh?” She joked with a grin.
He shook his head.
“I’ve literally never dated a girl even a year older than me before… there’s just something about you.” He said leaning in to give her a kiss on her slightly pruned lips.
She closed her eyes and let him kiss her, reaching up to run her fingers through his messy hair.
As he pulled back she held his young face in her hand like an aunt would to her favorite nephew, scrunching his cheeks.
“You are too sweet. Now go to bed and let me mourn the loss of my 30s… and 40s…” She said shuttering at the reminder.
Russell nodded and went to bed.
Heather Crimson shut the door to the red room and stumbled toward the bed. Across from the bed was a giant mirror taking up most of the wall. She wondered if she could get the staff to hang a black sheet over it for the rest of her stay. She tugged her dress off and squeezed herself off of it with great effort, remembering how the last time she wore it how it easily dropped off her shapely young body. She was forced now to assess the damage of her extra two decades, the cellulite on her stomach and thighs; the dimples on her ass, oozing out of her sexy panties; Her saggy breasts pulling down the matching bra; the veins snaking up her formerly pristine legs and her mother face staring back at her with the beginning of jowls on her cheeks.
She prayed to god that she would wake up tomorrow morning and be her young self again. The was a red nightgown laid out on the bed with fuzzy trim. It looked like the kind of thing a trophy wife would wear in a movie. She sighed and put it on, as at least it fit.
Heather finished getting ready for bed and eased herself under the covers, feeling the new aches in her back as she did so. She laid there and wondered what she would do if she didn’t get her youth back. Her firm would almost certainly shun her - they wouldn’t know what to do with a 30-year old woman who looked like she was two decades closer to retirement. Her dating life would take a huge hit… unless she seriously considered Russell. The guy she intended to have a quick fling with tonight was now shaping up to be a serious marriage contender solely on the fact that he didn’t seem disgusted by her sudden age change. As she pondered these prospects she began to drift off to sleep.
She awoke not too long after to the sounds of knocking and the door opening a crack to pour a beam of light into the room.
“Heather? You awake? I couldn’t sleep. I can’t stop thinking about you.” Russell whispered.
“Russell? No, go back to bed honey. Maybe if you’re a good boy and i’m young again in the morning we can have some more fun.” She said blearily.
“I was just worried about you in here alone.” He said coming inside.
“I’m fine, really. I just need to get some sle-” She began to say and then noticed something in her voice, it wasn’t as velvety as it had been. It sounded… shaky.
She brought her hand up to her throat and gasped at the feeling of loose skin bunching around her fingers. She quickly leaned over to turn on the light and felt a pain in her shoulders as she moved.
The lights came on and Heather stared wide-eyed at a red-haired 71 year old woman laying in the bed. She had shed the matron weight she had gained but now was beginning to appear quite wrinkled. Her cheeks were now drooping down into wrinkly jowls and her lips were thinning.
“I’m old!” She said out loud, but didn’t scream.
Russell rushed over to you.
“Are you all right!?” He asked embracing the older woman from the side of the bed.
“No! What? No i’m not all right! Look at me!” She said pulling off the blanket to reveal her breasts beginning to truly sag against her withered belly under the nightgown. The exposed parts of her chest were covered in age spots.
“I know… you look REALLY hot!” He said and leaned in to kiss her turkey-waddle neck.
“What!? What’s wrong with you?” She asked trying to scooch away from him.
“I don’t know! But the older you get the more it’s turning me on. And lucky for me it looks like you’re getting older!” He said with a seductive tone climbing up on the bed to straddle her.
Heather looked back to the mirror to see that he was right. Her orange hair was now light and wispy on her head, lines were increasing on her face by the second, her eyes were sinking into her skull. She creakily pulled away from him and with great effort climbed out of the other side of the bed and backed away slowly. She looked down at her liverspotted feet, still painted with red nail polish and observed her toes curling from arthritis in real time. Her back was hunching over as she tried to hobble toward the door.
Russell quickly jumped out of the bed and over to her. Placing his strong young hands on her frail hip and the other on her incredibly lined, freckled, cheek he tried to calm her.
“It’s all right! It’s all right. I still think you’re beautiful.” He said to the now 85 year old whose hair was whitening to match her temples.
She looked up at him, her body trembling from age and uncertainty. Her eyes had trouble making him out clearly as her eyesight was becoming poorer.
“But wh-whats happening to me? I don’t want to be old! Look at me! I’m barely into my 30s!” She exclaimed in a shrill, quavering voice.
“Mmm yeah, you look almost 3 times your real age now!” Russell cooed as he pulled her frail body towards him.
“Please… You can’t possibly want me… not like this.” She quavered, putting a shaky hand up to his chest.
“Oh god I do! You’re so goddamn gorgeous now! With all that loose wrinkly skin! And those dangling tits…. Mmm and those frail shriveled legs…” He said reaching around to squeeze her drooping formless wrinkled ass cheek over her nightgown.
She squealed at the sensation of her shriveled ass getting cupped and looked up at him bewildered.
“Wh-what’s wrong with you?” She asked understanding that something had come over Russell in the same way she herself was being altered.
She pushed him back weakly. He took a step back to give her some space. She felt so tired. She could barely walk. One shaking veined hand reached around to support her back as she stood with knobby bony knees trembling against one another. She looked at the mirror to see a shrunken 93 year old woman staring back at her through sunken tired eyes and then to Russell whose look of desire had only intensified. She wet her thin wrinkled lips trying to think of what to do. She was a strong, assertive woman who was used to figuring out a solution to any problem. But now she felt so small and frail and weak.
“I-I need to go find help.” She mumbled taking small, shuffling steps toward the door.
Russell didn’t move to stop her, he used ogled her sagging aged form in the nightgown. She reached out to the door knob with a trembling, gnarled hand and moved to turn it but as soon as she did she stopped. She let go of it as a look of confusion washed over her lined face.
“Wh-what was I doing again?” She asked in a senile sounding voice as she shuffled back around slowly to face Russell.
She felt relieved seeing Russell there. Her lover/live-in nurse who took care of her in her old age.
“Oh Russell! I’m so glad you’re here. I got out of bed for some reason. I think I must have forgotten to take one of my pills. I get so forgetful at my age. Would you be a dear and stay the night with me in case I need you?” She asked shuffling over to him and holding out her bony wrinkled arm for him to grab.
Russell smiled and walked over to her, taking her arm and putting a steady hand on her crooked back.
“Sure Miss Crimson, it would be my pleasure. You’ll use any excuse to get me into bed won’t you?” He teased.
The old woman giggled waving her hand dismissively.
“Oh I don’t have to try too hard do I?” She asked with a wink and wrinkled smile.
“No Miss Crimson. Not with that hot, wrinkly bod you don’t!” He grinned and leaned down to give the nonagenarian a kiss on her wrinkled lips.
She kissed him back passionately and he tucked her into bed, climbing in next to her and cuddling her old body.
“Did you know, Miss Crimson used to be more than just my last name. I used to have the most gorgeous long red hair!” She rattled as he turned off the lights.
“As a matter of fact I *did* know that.” Russell said grinning to himself in the dark.
This or That: Amy wakes up in the morning to a young male attendant preparing to give her a sponge bath. Does she find the attendant cute or does she think he's a jerk?
ark: Whooaaa that mattress scene
Jun 10, 2020 18:34:55 GMT -6
MeanMark: Right? I maintain the opinion that they should have showed some sort of process for the TF, but still a great scene nonetheless.
Jun 11, 2020 8:26:26 GMT -6
kappa: I feel like the point of that scene was a conversation towards her fears with monogamous long term relationship. The Aging was merely an extension personified, AND, in the backseat of what was really going on. A couple communicating.
Jun 11, 2020 9:13:11 GMT -6
kappa: However, I'd have enjoyed a gradual progression, still, I kinda get that execution
Jun 11, 2020 9:13:59 GMT -6
amoscrow: How do I post some WIPS on here? I wanna post some progress on something me and my GF are working on!
Jun 13, 2020 15:57:38 GMT -6
kappa: Not an expert, but, I think you just insert it on one of the square below the attachmentS
Jun 13, 2020 16:01:03 GMT -6
kappa: the group of boxes, the fourth one
Jun 13, 2020 16:01:34 GMT -6