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Post by chronoeclipse on Feb 10, 2019 11:59:28 GMT -6
I decided to start a new thread that way it felt more open for new folks to join in to the fun without feeling like they were 17 pages of roleplay behind. The story is continuing where it left off for all already established characters though, so if you haven't checked it out you can find all that stuff here: Support Group Sessions 1 & 2 But the TL:DR version is that this is a support group for people who have been age progressed. It doesn't matter who they are or how they got aged they can join in and meet other people who have gone through the similar hardships of suddenly becoming older than they should be. Clara is the organizer. When introducing new characters please use this format: Name: Clara McKaren From: Original Character Current Age: 32 True Age: 28 Important things to know: - Support Group Organizer - Type A personality - Has found 5 grey hairs on her head but dyes them.I hope lots of folks join in on the fun! Your character can be anyone you want and they can just pop in and introduce themselves and tell the group their story. It was a new month and Clara had been busy. She had become good friends with Terra, the formerly 25 now 45 year old food blogger. They had even become roommates. Clara spent the week posting up notices about the AP support group that was going to be held this Saturday in the basement of the Unified Spirit Church. She also decided to call around to some of the local nursing homes and posted flyers up there - just in case.
The morning of the group meeting she arrived early. Excited for the day. She really loved the core group that had began to come regularly. She hoped that Lexa's senioritis had calmed down and that the poor med student wouldn't be showing up in a wheel chair with and oxygen tank. She hoped that Skyler brought her girlfriend again because there was nothing cuter to Clara than an old couple that loved each other with the passion of a couple of teenagers. She hoped Kayla would be back. She had considered going to Kayla's nursing home and checking the former 21 year old woman out herself but decided to see first if the elderly woman would be here today before doing something drastic. And most of all she hoped that no one brought any magical demons or warlocks to the group who would suddenly age innocent girls into decrepit grannies with the snap of their fingers.
Clara took a deep breath, felt the sun on her face, picked up her bags of snacks and opened the door to the church to set up for the next group session.
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Post by spyguy on Feb 10, 2019 13:32:42 GMT -6
NAME: Valerie “Valkyrie” Simms FROM: Original Character CURRENT AGE: 75 TRUE AGE: 21 IMPORTANT THINGS TO KNOW -Bass player for an underground rock band called "The Iron Maidens" -Won’t admit she’s losing her hearing -Lives with her still 22 year-old girlfriend.
A tough old woman in a studded leather jacket sits on a bench across from the Unified Spirit Church. The wind ruffles her iron grey hair, save for a streak of bright pink fluttering near her ear. She reaches up a veiny, age spotted hand, wrinkled fingers covered in flashy rings and takes a pull from a burning cigarette. She exhales the smoke with a frown, her weathered features deep in thought. Her girlfriend Anne had brought home the flyer from work. It was bright, covered in cheerful clipart and several different fonts, asking if "Sudden Seniority Got You Down? Join Age Progression Support Group! Young! Vibrant! Fun!"
Old ladies bitching and moaning about their lost youth? Comparing joint creams? Exchanging prune juice recipes? Val had better things to do. She had to get her guitar skills back in shape for the next round of the Battle Of The Bands. She and the Maidens needed to hit the road, play some dives, get a groundswell going! Trouble was, the other girls were having a hard time... adjusting. Anne kept telling her to give them time, but that's the one thing they didn't have a ton of left.
Not after that night. Not after that maniac with the machine.
Val drops the cigarette and crushes it beneath a steel toed boot before standing up. "Oof! Too fast!" she winces, her elderly knees throbbing in protest. She hobbles from one foot to the other, working out the kinks, then starts crossing the street. She'd promised Anne she'd go to today's meeting, and she'd never break a promise to her girlfriend. Every day she woke up next to the 22 year old, amazed she hadn't left her dusty old bone bag of a partner behind in the night. She'd never do anything to ruin that--
HOOOOOONK! Val looks up to see a sports car come screeching to a halt only feet away. The driver, a slick looking businessman in a cheap suit, pokes his head out of the driver's window and shouts: "Move it or lose it, Grandma! It's a road, not a bingo hall! Speed it up!" Val glares and raises two shaky middle fingers at the man. "Fuck off, asswipe!" she croaks voice quavering with age, "Take your fucking Hot Wheels and play big boy someplace else!" The driver honks again, but Val just waves a dismissive hand and actually goes slower, finally reaching the sidewalk at a geriatric shuffle. With a squeal of tires the sports car tears away, the driver shouting something else as he passed that Val can't hear, so she just raises another shaky bird before heading down the stairs and into the Church basement.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 10, 2019 16:06:46 GMT -6
Name: Mrs Molly Horowitz (😏) From: Original Character from Magic'sCurrent Age: 80True Age: 20Important things to know:- Gods consider a good, kindhearted person- Has Grandma Fetish- Will be 80 years old for the next 60 years-In the passed month, has masturbated in seventeen public restroomsMrs Molly Horowitz was trying to behave herself this morning.
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On her way to the support group, She found a Janitor's Closet with a cot and just couldn't help herself!
The idea of a room filled with aged women turned her on so very much!
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Post by chronoeclipse on Feb 10, 2019 18:02:43 GMT -6
Clara sees the punk granny approaching. "Oh my! I'd say you've definitely come to the right place! Hi i'm Clara i'm the group organizer. Here- let me just set this stuff down on the table here and i'll get you a name tag and you can just write you name and the age you were before uh THIS-" Clara says gesturing to Val's elderly body. "And the other ladies should be slowly making their way in shortly! Heh, I made a funny! 'Slowly' get it? Because everything is slow when you're old?... anyway i'm just going to finish getting set up really quick and we can chat some more." Clara explains setting the food and drink down on the table.
She hears a clattering of what sounds like a mop getting knocked down. "Hello???" She yells toward the empty hallway. "Oh god, I hope the church doesn't have a rat problem... HELLO???" She asks louder and hurries to find out what made the noise. She hears the horse moans of an elderly woman and goes wide-eyed with concern. "Ma'am! Are you all right? Do you need me to call 9-1-1?" She asks as she opens the closet where the sounds are coming from and screams at the sight of the elderly Molly with nothing on from the waist down going to town on her old body.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 10, 2019 20:48:37 GMT -6
Molly has a lot of fetishes. Her primary is grandmas, but getting caught?!
It's a good second. Really good!
"Sorry." Molly apologizes, putting on her white top, looking up at Clara with her hands clapped below her chin.
"I... um... my name's Molly and I really like being an old lady!" Molly laughs. "I'm at the right church, right? The support group for aged women?"
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Post by chronoeclipse on Feb 10, 2019 21:41:23 GMT -6
Clara looked bewildered. She was blushing and covering her eyes. "Yes! You were uh... doing THAT... in a church! Uh, yes this is the support group were you unnaturally aged?" Clara asked feeling very flustered and not wanting to make eye contact with the half naked old woman.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 10, 2019 21:52:24 GMT -6
"Yes." Molly nods. "About a month ago."
Molly bites her bony finger, avoiding the urge to touch herself, again.
"Sorry about this, I just... I have a fetish and God, or the Gods... uh, someone granted my wish to be an old lady."
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Post by chronoeclipse on Feb 10, 2019 23:09:28 GMT -6
"Oh how great for you...." Clara said with a fake smile plastered on her face and a look like this old horny woman was crazy. "Here why don't you come out to the main room and fill out a name tag with you name and how old you were before the gods uh 'blessed' you with decrepitude..." She said and then put her hand on her forehead "Wow... just wow..."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 10, 2019 23:17:26 GMT -6
"I know, it's not normal." Molly reasons. "But I've always been attracted to grandmas."
Molly gingery lifts her body up, her gray pubes in plain view, making Clara very uncomfortable. She gestures for her skirt, concealing her flabby, blue veined legs and places her bony feet onto her pink slippers.
"It's just who I am." Molly shrugs. "It really... I'm sorry, but this really turns me on! I love being old! Going to Magic's was the best decision I ever made!"
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Post by spyguy on Feb 10, 2019 23:52:26 GMT -6
Val's pretty sure she wants Clara to burst into flames immediately, but Anne was always on her about giving people a shot so she just ignores the "slow" comment and moves on. She pulls out a sharpie and fills out a sticker, shaking the cramp out of her hand as she finishes. It simply reads "Val" and "Not Old" on it. She slaps it onto her chest and nods, satisfied. What did it matter that she used to be 21? Every morning she wakes up in her 70's now. No point in being a bitch about it. She shoves her hands in her pockets and peruses the snack table, bummed that no one brought any beers, but pops some chips in her mouth anyway. She's a little thrown by there being an old lady in a closet, but this was also her first day. Maybe it was, like, some advanced therapy thing? She cranes her neck, keeping a wary eye on on the two women.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 11, 2019 0:08:07 GMT -6
"So, let me know how Paula is." Calum, escorting Sunny out of a wormhole speaks causally.
Attachment DeletedCalum Fox Scottish Wizard -Sends Women back in time if their offspring hurt any of his grandnieces -Loves tea, toffee, and UB40"Kay." Sunny nods.Sunny -True age: 16, current age: 69 -Victim of Time Travel -A Freespirited Lesbian -Friends with Wizards, Gods, and Demons "Thanks for the movies. Damn, I can't wait for this world's Mila Kunis to get old!"Sunny licks her wrinkled lips."She is old." Calum points out. "A lot of people in California, the unnatural way. Do you seriously not keep up with current events?""Cal, I've had the same van since 1972." Sunshine giggles. "Anyways, been wondering about that age wave, what happened to like the actual old people?""They're Young now.""Really?""Yes!" Cal sighs. "Bloody Hell, read a paper now and then! Be informed! Betty White's the new Black Widow, Meryl Streep's a supermodel, Jamie Lee Curtis is playing a high schooler again!""Damn, I thought they were all pretty hot old."Cal shakes his head.
"Kappa and I are in a Multiverse Exploration mood. I'll see you in a month. Have fun at your support Group, love."
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Post by spyguy on Feb 12, 2019 19:02:59 GMT -6
Back inside, Val grabs a baby carrot from a tray and makes her way over to the closet to find Clara stressfully rubbing her temples while a wrinkly old woman grins cheerfully in the dark. Val takes a bite of the carrot-- SNAP!-- using the other bit as a pointer, waving it at the center of the room. "Was this old lady club your idea, Cheery? You don't seem particularly," she gives Clara a once over, "weathered." She nods to Molly. "You though, you seem like a professional senior citizen."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 12, 2019 22:46:12 GMT -6
"You have no idea what a turn on it is to hear that!" Molly taps her hearing aid with a bony finger.
It was clear to Clara and Val that Molly was a weirdo.
A weirdo who, incidentally, volunteered at the children's hospital for years, reading stories and playing with kids, Worked at a suicide prevention hotline, and often volunteered at a blood drive since she was thirteen.
"So, uh, you turned into an old lady, too? Isn't it great?! The Dentures, The pill routine, the depends! I go to Golden Corral for the early bird special once a week and it's so..." Molly moans, hugging herself with her wrinkled, flappy arms.
"I never imagined mashed potatoes, bread pudding, and Mac & Cheese would be so amazing! And Arbies? God, I love Roast Beef Sandwiches so much with these old tastebuds!"
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Post by spyguy on Feb 12, 2019 23:57:44 GMT -6
Val slowly massages her jaw. Biting into that carrot-- while looking badass in her head-- actually hurt in practice. Everything hurt a little more these days, if she was being honest. She shakes her head at Molly, definitely not on the same wavelength as this weirdo. "Yeah, no. I hate pretty much everything about it." She starts counting out on her wrinkled fingers. "The aches, the pains, the way nothing fits right anymore, how I lost a tooth the other day at rehearsal, how I keep falling asleep at 8PM." She shakes her head. "You know how embarrassing it is for a bass player to nod off in the green room right before a set? Spoiler alert: it fucking suuuuucks."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 13, 2019 0:04:58 GMT -6
"Oh, I just love my new bedtime!" Molly points out. "I go to bed watching the news! It's so fun! When I wake up, that handsome weatherman on channel 4 is smiling, letting me know if I can go out and play! Don't wanna catch a cold at this age, right?!"
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