Post by Hideyoshi lacan on Apr 11, 2020 20:39:11 GMT -6
…. Talk about a fixer upper
I was looking at a young, maybe 17 years old, cheerleader who was busy talking on her phone as her perky c cup breasts jiggled with her every step. With smooth flawless skin and light brown hair , she was the picture of youthful beauty…two words that don't go well together.
My name is Aunt Beatrice and I am a proud 46-year-old woman with a big heart and an even bigger beehive hairdo. It’s because of my big heart that I was looking with pity at the girl in front of me.
You see, my honest opinion is that time is a girl's best friend. A girl becomes much more beautiful as they grow older and more mature losing their baby faces for more distinguished wrinkles. It's because of this belief and mine being a witch that gives me my favorite hobby in life namely giving these younglings beauty makeovers. They,of course, don’t usually see it that way as their youth fades and they become frumpy middle-aged Karens but Aunt Beatrice always knows best.
As i pass her by i stop and say “ such a cute set of earrings you got there sweetie but i think i can make you look even better".
"umm thanks lady but what do you mean?" she responds a little hesitantly.
"Well getting rid of thoes perky breasts will certinly help oh and course widening thoes hips of yours" i announce as i pinch her cheek.
“What the hell are you talking about grandma” she says with alarm as she tries to dislodge from my grip.
I decide to age her a good 20 years to around 37 years old. Snapping my fingers I watch as her hair loses it luster and a few wrinkles are sprinkled on her face.Her butt expands and strains the material of her skirt and her once perky breasts start to sag. ” What is happening to me!” she cries as faint laugh lines develop around her mouth and her legs develop slight cellulite. She grasps at them with horror as her youth continues to fade and the wear and tear of times takes it's toll on her.
“Why baby, i'm giving you a much-needed make over” I say with glee as I look at the finished product.
In front of me stood a mature looking 37-year-old woman frantically examining her new body. She now looked absolutely ridiculous in her uniform as her boobs were popping out of a bra meant for a teenager. She looked like some PTA mom trying desperately to reclaim her youth.
“Make over!?!” she said, “you made me an old woman!!”
“You look gorgeous sweetie and at 37 your still pretty young, I just added a couple more years”
“O my God i look just my mother!" she says as she looks in her mirror pulling at her much looser skin.
"Oh thank you for the kind words, i'm happy that you like it" i say with a smile
"What!? no, you have to change me back, i want to be young again!"
"Honey trust me you look a lot better this way, teenage boys love a hot milf" i say winking at her.
"No, i'm only 17" she cries as she sprints away.
I watch as she runs away with her big butt swishing both ways and looking like she was not quite as physically active anymore as she hunched at her knees trying to catch her breath after only two minutes.
I shake my head with frustration that these girls never appreciate my beauty makeovers. Well she will thank me when she comes to her sense’s and appreciates her new middle-aged body.
“Sierra, where did you go?” I hear a voice from the dropped phone.
I snapped my fingers and hear the cries of confusion as the other line turns 40.
Yep, nobody appreciates what I do for them but Aunt Beatrice always knows best!
Note: This is my very first story for this site as i have been but a passive observer till now. This story is not that good but i hope to improve my story telling.
I was looking at a young, maybe 17 years old, cheerleader who was busy talking on her phone as her perky c cup breasts jiggled with her every step. With smooth flawless skin and light brown hair , she was the picture of youthful beauty…two words that don't go well together.
My name is Aunt Beatrice and I am a proud 46-year-old woman with a big heart and an even bigger beehive hairdo. It’s because of my big heart that I was looking with pity at the girl in front of me.
You see, my honest opinion is that time is a girl's best friend. A girl becomes much more beautiful as they grow older and more mature losing their baby faces for more distinguished wrinkles. It's because of this belief and mine being a witch that gives me my favorite hobby in life namely giving these younglings beauty makeovers. They,of course, don’t usually see it that way as their youth fades and they become frumpy middle-aged Karens but Aunt Beatrice always knows best.
As i pass her by i stop and say “ such a cute set of earrings you got there sweetie but i think i can make you look even better".
"umm thanks lady but what do you mean?" she responds a little hesitantly.
"Well getting rid of thoes perky breasts will certinly help oh and course widening thoes hips of yours" i announce as i pinch her cheek.
“What the hell are you talking about grandma” she says with alarm as she tries to dislodge from my grip.
I decide to age her a good 20 years to around 37 years old. Snapping my fingers I watch as her hair loses it luster and a few wrinkles are sprinkled on her face.Her butt expands and strains the material of her skirt and her once perky breasts start to sag. ” What is happening to me!” she cries as faint laugh lines develop around her mouth and her legs develop slight cellulite. She grasps at them with horror as her youth continues to fade and the wear and tear of times takes it's toll on her.
“Why baby, i'm giving you a much-needed make over” I say with glee as I look at the finished product.
In front of me stood a mature looking 37-year-old woman frantically examining her new body. She now looked absolutely ridiculous in her uniform as her boobs were popping out of a bra meant for a teenager. She looked like some PTA mom trying desperately to reclaim her youth.
“Make over!?!” she said, “you made me an old woman!!”
“You look gorgeous sweetie and at 37 your still pretty young, I just added a couple more years”
“O my God i look just my mother!" she says as she looks in her mirror pulling at her much looser skin.
"Oh thank you for the kind words, i'm happy that you like it" i say with a smile
"What!? no, you have to change me back, i want to be young again!"
"Honey trust me you look a lot better this way, teenage boys love a hot milf" i say winking at her.
"No, i'm only 17" she cries as she sprints away.
I watch as she runs away with her big butt swishing both ways and looking like she was not quite as physically active anymore as she hunched at her knees trying to catch her breath after only two minutes.
I shake my head with frustration that these girls never appreciate my beauty makeovers. Well she will thank me when she comes to her sense’s and appreciates her new middle-aged body.
“Sierra, where did you go?” I hear a voice from the dropped phone.
I snapped my fingers and hear the cries of confusion as the other line turns 40.
Yep, nobody appreciates what I do for them but Aunt Beatrice always knows best!
Note: This is my very first story for this site as i have been but a passive observer till now. This story is not that good but i hope to improve my story telling.