Post by kingfaraday on Jul 3, 2020 15:27:01 GMT -6
The Greek Curse
By Merlin
Marge Saunders and Sarah O’Reilly had watched the construction of the new building intently
over the six months it took to erect the stylish two-story building. The front porch of the Shady
Rest Retirement Home for Women wrapped around the Victorian building and allowed them a
perfect view.
It had taken almost a year to get the proper permits for the building as the land had been rumored
to have been the site of an old Indian burial ground. But as no evidence existed to that fact, the
building commission had no choice but to allow the permit. Little did they know that the
contractor had found some old bones when clearing the site, but quietly carried them off and
threw them away. It was some time before the only next door neighbors to the new building
would find out exactly what would go up. Many had hoped it would be a movie theatre, or
perhaps a nice grocery store. But they were finally notified that was going up was a Greek
residence house for the Kappa Delta Sorority.
The local university was only a few block away and this was the perfect location for the new
sorority house. The house would hold approximately 20 college girls, ironically, the same
number of elderly women that lived next door.
Even more ironic was the fact that Maggie had been a “KD” back in 1933, when she was a
young 18 year old college girl. Maggie had been a wild girl in the 30’s and was a USO dancer
during World War II. She would eventually marry a young Marine back from the war and live a
great, full, life. Her husband Harold passed away 15 years earlier and they had not had any
children. She moved into the Shady Rest home 10 years earlier and enjoyed her golden years, but
still dreamed of the days of her youth. People just didn’t understand that while she looked and
felt old, her mind still could remember what it was like to be young.
Sarah had not the luxury of being in a sorority, or much else. At the tender age of 16 her father, a
strict and devout Irish Catholic, forced her into a convent where she was forced into becoming a
Nun in Ireland. By the age of 17 she was sent to Africa to work a remote mission in the Congo,
and there she labored as her life passed her by. She grew into a beautiful, radiant woman, but
quickly aged due to the excessive heat and hard work. No one ever saw her beauty, and she never
got to experience love or passion. She stayed in the jungles of Africa until she retired from being
a Nun at age 80. The church put her up in this retirement home and there she had lived the past
10 years. Maggie had befriended Sarah, who always seemed sad, as if she felt that life
completely passed her by. At 90 years of age, the same as Maggie, she was actually still a virgin,
but she had given up any thoughts of finding love or sex for more than 40 years.
Over the next few weeks, Maggie, Sarah, and the other elderly women of Shady Rest would
watch as the sorority moved into their new house.
Angel O’Connell was proud of her accomplishments. As the current president of the Kappa
Delta sorority, she was taking all the credit for the new sorority house. At 20 years of age, she
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seemed to have it all. She was an incredibly beautiful young woman with short, dark raven hair
and deep blue eyes. She had naturally tan skin with gravity defying 36C breasts and long sexy
legs. She also had a 4.0 grade point average and her future was incredibly bright.
She led the fight to get the building permits and she flirted with the zoning commissioner to
grant the access to that property for a sorority house. The old women next door had initially
objected to the building afraid of the noise, and then those stupid worries over Indians and
preservation of a historic site. Such nonsense! Didn’t they know that they were more important?
She had even helped the contractor get rid of the bones they found. Now the building was done
and it was beautiful!
As she directed to movement of her luggage and furniture – (she or none of the other girls would
ever move their own things, that’s what boys are for – and she knew how to push all the right
buttons on boys as did the other girls) – she waved and smiled her pretty smile at the two old
women watching them from their front porch.
“Angel! Like, wow! This is soooo kewl!” squealed Ashley. Ashley was an 18 year old pledge
who was moving into the house with the rest of the girls. She was also quite beautiful – those
were the only girls allowed into the KD’s! Ashley had auburn hair and pert 32B breasts and a
great ass, one that looked fantastic in a thong bikini.
“I know, isn’t the bomb?”
“Ewww, what are those old people doing? It’s sorta creepy them watching us like that.”
“Don’t worry, after all, they are all ‘old’ – so they won’t be around too much longer – if we’re
lucky!” The two girls giggled and ran inside to flirt with the boys some more and make sure they
were doing what they were told.
By Thursday afternoon, they were all moved in and had already made plans for a large Saturday
night party as a house warming and they had invited all of the good looking jocks and fraternity
boys on campus.
“Let’s go over and say hello!” said Marge as she got her cane and shawl.
“Are you crazy? Why would we want to do that? Besides, they will never let us inside.”
“You forget, I was a KD myself when I was their age. Once a KD, always a KD, they will let us
in. Who knows, they might invite us to a party sometime!”
Sarah got her walker and began to shuffle along behind Marge. The arthritis in her hands began
to hurt as she moved along. All those years toiling in the African heat had not done her body any
good.
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Angel was making her list of potential conquests for that night the doorbell rang. Angel looked
around for some pledge to answer the door, but she had sent them all out with the other sisters to
begin getting decorations and drinks for the party coming up in a couple of days.
Angel opened the up the door and was confronted by two old women. “Can I help you ladies?”
she said as sweetly and insincerely as possible.
“Why yes, we live next door in the retirement home and we just wanted to come by and welcome
you to the neighborhood. By the way, I used to be a KD myself back in 1933!”
“Really? Well isn’t that special? Well thank you ladies for coming over, but I’m sorta busy right
now. Come back some other time and we can talk about the “good ole days,” eh?”
And with that, Angel slammed the door shut before Marge could say a word. The two of them
stood there for a moment in stunned silence when a couple of the young sorority girls rushed by
them into the house, laughing as they went and looking at them strangely. “Who are the two
fossils on the porch?” they could hear one say. Then they heard Angel from inside the house
“Just a couple of old geezers looking for sympathy.”
Marge fumed as she turned and began shuffling off the porch with Sarah right behind. As she
stepped off the porch she exploded. “Those young girls think they have it all? They have no idea
what’s in store for them! I wish they could know what it’s like to be old, I’ll tell you that, I just
wish!”
Unbeknownst to Marge or Sarah, they were standing right on top of an undiscovered grave, that
of a very powerful shaman. And with Marge’s words came a quick but noticeable earthquake
that almost knocked the two old women over. Little did Marge know how prophetic her words
were going to be.
That night the girls of Kappa Delta decided that on Friday night they would have a pajama party.
They would all dress up in their sexiest lingerie and watch ‘hunk’ films and eat junk food. It
would be the girls night before the party night for the house warming. As they went to bed in
their new sorority house, they had no idea what was to befall them, nor did the women next door.
As they all slept, a strange mist rose from the ground around the KD’s house and filtered into
their rooms, and then it wafted over to the rest home and filtered in there as well.
The old women slept well, while the young 18 to 21 year old girls next door tossed and turned all
night, feeling uncomfortable in their own bodies as it were. All of them were going through a
transformation. The spirit of the shaman was walking the night and as his spirit moved through
the KD’s house, it paused at Angel’s room as it hovered over her sleeping body.
Angel slept in the nude and as her sexy body tossed and turned, the shaman weaved his spell.
This impudent girl had desecrated his grave and the graves of his people, and the girls in her
charge were spoiled and just as much to blame. Therefore they would all pay. The girls of the
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Kappa Delta house would age 25 years on this night and then their ages would double the next
night in a final act of vengeance. Once more, they would not notice the effect of their aging until
Midnight Saturday night.
But the shaman’s spirit was not completely malicious and he felt the pain of the women next
door, therefore his spell would transfer those years from them to the girls of KD. As they got
older, the women of Shady Rest would get younger. But the same caveat applied. They would
not know of their changed until the same stroke of midnight Saturday night.
As he cast his spell, thunder sounded and then he was gone.
As Angel’s alarm clock sounded, she struggled to reach over and turn it off. As she sat up in bed,
she still felt exhausted, as if she had not gotten any sleep that night. She stood up and stretched
and then walked into her private bathroom. She stopped to exam herself in the full-length mirror.
She was so sexy and she knew it and loved to make playboy playmate poses in the mirror. It
turned her on to think of being a playmate and having millions of men wacking off to her
pictures. What she didn’t realize was that while she saw nothing wrong with the image reflected
back to her, anyone else would have seen a 45 year-old middle-aged woman doing these poses.
Her short raven hair was now streaked with gray making it more of a salt-and-pepper look. Deep
lines were now around and under her eyes and along the sides of her mouth and forehead. Her
impressive 36C breasts had enlarged just a bit and were now more of a teardrop shape instead of
the perky, full, gravity defying orbs they were the day before. Her sexy legs were also showing
the wears of time and her feet and hands showed veins more prominently, they looked like her
mother’s hands. In fact, she was actually now three years older than her own mother, but she
didn’t know it.
After posing nude for a few minutes, she smiled at herself and walked in to take a shower. After
she finished and began getting dressed, she couldn’t understand why some of her clothes didn’t
fit quite right. Her bra actually seemed a bit on the small side and she had to strain a bit to get the
clasp put together. “You girls aren’t still growing on me are you?” she laughed as she hefted her
heavy breasts into the black lace cups. “Not sure the boys could deal with that!”
She finished dressing, putting on a very tight t-shirt that rode above her belly button to reveal her
belly ring, and a tight pair of shorts with sandals. She checked herself out in the mirror once
again and was satisfied with what she saw. But her true reflection revealed a middle-aged woman
wearing clothes that were too revealing and much too young for a woman her age. While she was
still quite an attractive woman for 45, and would be completely desirable for a man her current
age and older, she looked pathetic dressing that way as if a mid-life crisis was influencing the
way she dressed.
As she walked out into the hallway, she ran into Ashley. “Hey Ashley, how’s it going
girlfriend?” Ashley smiled back, “Practically perfect! How do you like my new jeans?” Ashley
turned to pose and show off her magnificent ass. What any ordinary person would have seen was
that Ashley was now a 43 year-old woman. Her Auburn hair and gone prematurely gray almost
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all the way through, but the lines on her face were a bit kinder, but were still quite evident. More
importantly, her impressive ass had widened and softened quite a bit, and it took all of Ashley’s
strength to squeeze into her jeans that morning. She shrugged it off as shrinkage when she
washed them. She was also wearing a tight t-shirt that rode up enough to reveal a pooched-out
stomach that had once been as tight and flat as a washboard. Her 32B perky breasts had also
enlarged a bit more to 32C.
“They look rad, Ashley! You have such a killer bod!” giggled Angel. “So do you!” laughed
Ashley.
As they gathered downstairs for breakfast, it would have looked to the casual observer that a
house full of the sorority girl’s mothers were staying over, and wearing their daughter’s clothes.
The conversations also seemed out of place for the age of the women present. One beautiful redheaded
girl
named
Megan
had
been
a
21 year-old
senior.
She
was
now
a
46
year-old
woman
with
dulled
red
hair
with
large
grey
streaks
running
through
it
and
her
porcelain
skin
and
freckles
had
not
aged
well.
She
looked
like
a
“steel
magnolia”
at
this
point
in her
life.
A very
distinguished
looking
woman
for
her
age,
that
is,
if she
wasn’t
wearing
hot pants and
a
bikini
top
straining
to
hold
in
her
now
36D breasts
which
were
sagging
noticeably.
Then
there
was
Tiffany,
who went
from
19 to
44 years
of
age.
She
was
listening
to the
other
girls,
or rather
“ladies”
talk about
boys
while
she
chewed
and
blew
bubble
gum.
Pretty
common
for
a
19 year-old,
but a bit out
of place
for
a
44 year-old
woman
whose
blonde hair
was
now
fading
with a mixture
of gray
interwoven
in
it.
The
laugh
lines
around
her
mouth were
quite
deep,
giving
her
face
and
aged,
sad
look. She
was
also
wearing
clothes
that
looked pretty
ridiculous
on her
now
middle-aged
body.
As
the
women
sat
around
and
ate
breakfast
and chatted,
they
all
got
their
assignments
for
that
day
to get
ready
for
their
lingerie
party
that night.
School
wasn’t
starting
for
another
week
and
so
they
all
decided
to grab
their
sexy
bathing
suits
and
go
to the
beach
for
the
day.
Over at the Shady Rest Retirement Home, Marge, Sarah, and the other ladies were getting up to
eat breakfast. Sarah stood up and reached for her walker and made her way to the bathroom. As
they finally made it to the dining room, Marge sat down at a large table with Sarah and three
other ladies they were friends with, Vera, Terri, and Bonnie. Vera & Terri were former Ziegfield
girls from the 1930’s, while Bonnie was the youngest woman at the home at only 80 years of
age.
As the food cart came over, all of them looked up and smiled at Michael who delivered their
food. Michael was a young 25 year-old man who was a physical therapist working at the home
and helped out here and there. He enjoyed helping people and he enjoyed his work there. He was
also a ruggedly handsome man with dark hair and features. This did not go unnoticed by the
women, despite their age.
“Good morning, ladies! My, you all look radiant this morning. Have you been exercising? Or
perhaps you’ve been sampling the fountain of youth somewhere?” Michael was being polite of
course, but he did notice that they all did someone look different. It did seem that they did not
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look quite as old as usual. In fact, he looked at a now 50 year-old Bonnie and assumed she must
be the daughter of one of the ladies at the home visiting.
“Thank you, Michael. You’re such as sweet boy,” smiled Marge. Michael finished and walked
over to the next table.
“Oh if I was at least 50 years younger, I’d give him a run for his money!” smiled Marge.
“If you were 50 years younger, you would still be old enough to be his mother!” laughed Vera.
Sarah looked at Michael and sighed. All that did was make her sad to think of everything she
missed as a young woman and wished her life had been different. Had been her of her choosing.
What the women didn’t realize was that they were all younger. They were all now years younger,
but that put most of them still in their mid-60’s, with a couple like Bonnie who was 80 before,
now in their 50’s. It wasn’t as dramatic effect on them as the girls of Kappa Delta, but the curse
was not done quite yet.
The girls of Kappa Delta, or rather the women of Kappa Delta, arrived at the beach and staked
out a nice area with a view of the lifeguard stand. They all giggled and laughed as they laid out
their blankets and then began their ritual. They would all begin to wipe each other down with
lotion, very slowly and sexily on each other’s bodies, caressing them just enough to drive the
boys on the beach wild, especially the lifeguards.
Angle was wearing her white thong bikini which highlighted all of her impressive attributes and
looked incredible on her dark tan skin.
But what the lifeguards actually saw was a bit more disturbing. They saw 20 middle-aged
mothers wearing bathing suits that were much too young and revealing for women their age. And
while some of them were pretty hot for older women, they were still too old for them. The girls
couldn’t understand why no one was paying them much attention that day. In fact, Angel and
Tiffany both got annoyed when a couple of boys their own age kept calling them “Ma’am” as
they tried flirting with them.
After about an hour or so, they decided to call it a day. Besides, they were pretty tired, more so
than they had been in the past. Their energy levels just were not up to par it seemed. They all
attributed it to the move and headed back to the house to take a nice nap.
That night, a few of the fraternity boys from Delta Tau Delta snuck over to the KD’s house. They
heard they were going to be throwing one of their famous lingerie parties and they wanted to get
a peek. They snuck around to the side of the house and peered inside through the window. What
they saw confused them.
There were certainly women in the house dressed in lingerie, but it looked like the girls mothers.
“Damn! Where are all the KD’s at?”
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“I don’t know, these women must be their mothers or something.” They stood and watched for a
few minutes as the women giggled and laughed as the paraded around and walked sexily up and
down the room like they were runway models fashioning lingerie.
“Well that’s not something you see every day.”
“Yea, but they’re not bad looking for older women. Some of them are pretty hot. Haven’t you
seen that new show….what’s it called? It’s got Lois Lane in it?”
“Oh yea, ‘Desperate housewives’, my Mom watches that show all the time. You’re right, some
of them women are pretty hot, but they are a bit too old for me dude.”
About that time they heard a voice behind them. “Hello boys, see anything you like?” They
turned around to see Megan, who was dressed in a black lace teddy.
“Uh, no Ma’am, I mean, yes, Ma’am!” stuttered Craig.
Megan pressed her large breasts against Craig. “What’s with this ‘Ma’am’ stuff? Oh, perhaps
you want to be treated like a bad boy, huh? All right, come with Mommy and let me give you
your punishment!”
The other guys had taken off and ran, but Craig stayed. He was sort of turned on by this older
woman. Megan, on the other hand, was incredibly horny as she was going through menopause
and didn’t even know it. She thought she would role-play for this boy who looked to be a couple
years older than her. Little did she know that she actually was old enough to be his mother. As
she pushed him onto the back porch, she grabbed and kissed him. Craig was taken by surprise,
but really liked it. Soon they were ripping each other’s clothes off as they had very frantic sex. It
was almost as if Megan hadn’t had a man in years. Craig caressed and suckled on her large, soft
breasts and as he mounted her, she screamed in delight, her voice lower and more mature than it
was the day before. Her now grey streaked red hair had been pulled back revealing the sharp
outlines and lines on her face. As she climaxed, Craig did as well and she bit down on her lip as
it was the most intense orgasm she had ever had. As they lay there, Craig cradled the older
woman in his arms. He really enjoyed that, more than he thought he would. He guessed it was
true what they said about older women.
“So, is your daughter one of the KD’s?” he whispered as he snuggled into her breasts. Megan
smiled, thinking he was still role-playing.
“Yes, I have a daughter here, and she would like a young man like you too! Now come to
Mama.” She purred as she pulled him closer for another round.
The next morning, Angel struggled to turn off her alarm clock once again. She was exhausted!
They must have partied too hard last night, she thought, but she had actually not had but a couple
drinks, yet she felt so tired. Oh well, better get up! As she slowly walked over to the mirror for
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her morning ritual, she was actually shuffling. She started stretching and posing and winking at
herself again. But the reality was far worse and much harsher. The curse aged all the women in
the house to double their age from the day before. So since Angel was 45 year old the day
before, she was now an elderly 90 year-old woman.
The mirror revealed to anyone but Angel a very old woman. Her short raven hair was completely
white now and her face was a mass of wrinkles. She was actually stooped over from age and
bone loss, her large breasts now sagging completely and lying flat all the way to her stomach.
Her whole body was aged as her sexy legs were now unshapely with large knobby knees. Her
feet and hands were practically translucent and weathered with age. As she took a shower and
got dressed, she felt tired and it seemed to take her forever to get ready. She chose to wear a
revealing sun dress today with a short skirt. It took forever to get her large breasts into her bra,
and the white thong panties seemed to be a bit uncomfortable so she changed them out to a more
sensible pair.
As she shuffled out into the hallway, she was greeted by the girls of Kappa Delta, or rather, the
matronly women of Kappa Delta. It was as if the entire house had been transformed into a home
for elderly women over night. Angel ran into Ashley as she was trying to make her way down
the stairs slowly.
“Ashley! How are you doing this morning, dear?” The way the girls were speaking had changed.
While they did not realize they were old women, traces of age were seeping into their vocabulary
and worldly outlook.
“Oh you know, a few aches and pains from last night, but nothing I can’t handle sweetie.”
Ashley was wearing an overly tight dress that morning too. Her impressive ass had now widened
even more and also sagged completely in her teenage panties. At 83 years of age, she was not
getting around as easily as she used to.
The dining room and kitchen looked like a meeting of the centurion society. Megan looked
downright ancient at 92 years of age. Her hair had gone from a grey-streaked red to completely
white and thinning and her hands shook from palsy as she held the cup. Her hands were also
arthritic with knobbing joints. But her nails were painted a hot pink color, which used to
compliment her rich, red hair. Her face as drawn and her eyes sunken in as she gazed off
thinking about her fling with Craig last night.”
“Well someone looks like they enjoyed themselves last night! So Megan, are you going to let us
in on your latest conquest?” cackled Angel.
“Oh, he was a nice boy. Such a nice boy. Very polite and handsome.” Mumbled Megan, her
voice shaky, yet reflective.
An 88 year-old Tiffany walked into the room, her blond hair now snowy white. Her right hand
was on her lower back for support as she made her way to a chair and sat down slowly. “Sorry
I’m late girls, guess I just don’t get around like I used to!” she rattled. This produced a number of
elderly cackles from the rest of the sorority girls.
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“Well girls, “said Angel, “We’ve got a lot to do today to get ready for the party tonight. Wait a
minute. Jenn, could you please wake Cindy up, seems she’s fallen asleep in her chair.”
“What was that, Angel?” Jenn strained to hear. “Speak up, please, I don’t hear as good as I used
to, dearie!”
“I said, please wake Cindy up!” shouted Angel.
An elderly Jenn reached over and poked at the 90 year-old woman asleep in the chair next to her.
No one would have guessed that just last year Cindy had been Miss Teen USA. Now she was old
enough to be a great-grandmother.
“Huh, what? Did I miss something?” rattled the waking Cindy.
“Not yet, dear, just please pay attention, we’ve got a lot to do today.”
“I vote we all take a nap first!” rattled Jenn.
The other old women mumbled in return approvingly. Angel also felt tired and relented. “All
right ladies, we meet back here in one hour. Now feel free to nap or relax until then. Meeting
adjourned.”
At that, the elderly women of Kappa Delta made their way to their rooms for a nice nap.
Over at the Shady Rest Home, things were just as dramatic. Marge woke up feeling unusually
refreshed as she got out of bed and grabbed her cane and made her way to the bathroom. She had
on her frumpy large flannel nightgown and comfortable slippers on as she shuffled into the
bathroom. As she looked into the mirror, she wondered what had happened to that bright-eyed
girl from yesteryear. What she failed to realized was that bright-eyed girl was staring her right in
the face! Marge was no longer a 90-year-old woman, or even a 65 year-old woman as she was
yesterday, but now she was a young 25 year-old beautiful young woman. Her hair was now back
to its bright chestnut brown color, and her face was fresh, young and beautiful. Her body was
now taught, firm, and lean, and incredible sexy as Marge was a real beauty in her youth. But to
her, and the other ladies of the home, they all still looked and felt like old woman to each other
and themselves. At least until midnight, when their transformation would be revealed to them all.
Marge slowly got dressed and put on her large support bra, which was unnecessary for her now
young and pert 36C breasts. She then put on her support hose over her now very long and sexy
legs, and then a large, loose dress and flats on her feet. She grabbed her cane and slowly walked
slightly bent over from perceived age towards the dining hall. She ran into Sarah in the hallway,
who was making her way to the dining hall as well, at least as fast as she could with her walker.
But while Marge saw the same old Sarah, the reality was that Sarah was now a very young and
beautiful teenage girl of 18. The curse worked in a curious way as various amount of years were
subtracted from the ladies of the rest home, as the various girls of varying ages were aged to a
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varying degree based on their original age. So while Sarah had been the same age as Marge
originally, the curse saw fit to regress her slightly more the second night.
Sarah Blair was now a teenage beauty queen. No one knew just how beautiful she had been in
her youth. In fact, it was one of the reasons her father forced her into the convent was that he saw
just how unbelievably beautiful she was becoming and determined that in order to keep her out
of mischief and promiscuity, he would send her off to be a nun, which would teach her humility,
not realizing he was sending his daughter off on a life sentence of loneliness and obscurity.
Sarah was 18 again, and her once solid white and thinning hair was now its beautiful rich, raven
black color again. Stooped over her walker, no one could know that erect, Sarah was actually 5
foot 10 inches tall. She had very long and perfectly shaped, luscious legs and gravity defying 36
double C breasts with large areola’s and nipples. She had the perfect “bubble butt” as well along
with a very firm, taught and tan body. But she was also dressed in the clothes of an old woman
and had her long hair put up in a tight bun as it had always been in her old age, and she was bent
over her walking slowly pushing it along, her young teenage hands shaking from a perceived
palsy.
“Good morning Sarah.” Said Marge in a lower tone of voice slowly. “Good morning, dear,
“rattled Sarah in a strange mix of a youthful teenage voice trying to sound like an old woman’s.
As they made their way into the dining room, it was a strange sight indeed. The women, or rather
girls, in the dining room were all dressed and acting like elderly woman, but they all now ranged
in age from 18 to 25 years old.
As Michael came into the room, he stopped dead in his tracks. “What the hell?” he mumbled to
himself. “Ok, where are all the ladies who live her and who are all of you girls?” he said
seriously.
The ladies all laughed loudly in a sort of old woman’s cackle, but with young voices. They
thought he was just being nice like always. “You’re such as sweet boy, Michael!”
Michael thought for a moment, and then he realized what was happening. Those girls next door
at the sorority had just moved in and this must be one of their ways of playing a practical joke on
the staff. They obviously switched places with the old women, who must be next door at the
sorority house, and this was confirmed when he peeked outside the window and saw an old
woman, who must have been in her 90’s, wearing the clothes of a teenager walking into the
house. This was some sort of reverse day for those girls, and they must have gotten permission
from the director, who was away at a conference, as they could not have pulled something like
this off without his permission. So Michael decided to play along. Besides, these girls were hot
looking and who knows, he might get lucky!
“Ok, ‘ladies,’ let me go ahead and feed you.” Michael said as he began passing out the prepared
food. He finished up at Marge, Sarah, Vera, Terri, & Bonnie’s table. Bonnie looked so young
now. While she was now 18 again, she looked younger, perhaps as young as 16. Vera and Terri
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were both 20 now, and one could see why they had been Zeigfield girls. They had long dancers’
legs, taught, firm bodies and big tits. But they were all still acting ‘old.’
“So who must you be, Ma’am?” said Michael. Marge looked at him curiously, “Why it’s me,
Marge. Don’t you recognize me Michael?” Michael realized that they all were portraying a
specific woman in the home. That was too funny. “Sorry ‘Marge,’ I just didn’t recognize you
today, you seem different somehow, younger looking.” Marge blushed a bit. “Why thank you
young man! You just made an old woman’s day!”
Michael looked across at Sarah and his jaw just dropped. He had never seen such a beautiful
woman in his life. He walked over and put the food in front of her. “Uh, and you are….” Sarah
looked up and blushed as well, Michael was so handsome, and she wished that she could have
met someone like him 70 years ago. “Sarah, it’s me, Sarah.”
Michael picked up Sarah’s hand and kissed it lightly, “My pleasure, Sarah. If there is ever
anything I can do for you, please do not hesitate to ask.” Sarah felt all funny inside, a strange
sensation she had never really felt before, but oddly familiar from when she was a teenage girl.
“I guess I’ll see you at my therapy session after breakfast.” Swooned Sarah. “Until then,” winked
Michael.
Breakfast went by quickly as all sorts of confused thoughts went through Sarah’s mind. That
young boy could not possibly be interested in an old hag like me, she thought. But she had read
recently about some men who found elderly women attractive. That made her heart race at the
thought. But she knew she was simply fooling herself.
As she shuffled into the therapy room, she saw Michael waiting and smiling broadly. “Boy, they
are taking this to the extreme!” thought Michael, who wasn’t complaining. He actually had
always gotten turned on at the thought of these elderly women regressing to their youth. He
thought that would be too cool as they would be starved for sex and attention. So now here was
his chance to play out his own fantasy.
Sarah sat down on the special chair as Michael walked over and began to take off her support
hose. Normally, he went detached and fast with this, and Sarah had always enjoyed it, as it was
the only time a man had ever really touched her, but this time it was different. He was taking
them off slowly, and caressing her legs as he went. She began to get flushed at his touch and the
way he touched her. He walked around behind her as he reached around her body and across her
chest to hold her close to him. She felt his hands brush across her breasts, which made her catch
her breath at the sensation. Her body was filled with desire, something she was unfamiliar with,
and she didn’t think it was even possible at her age.
Michael was so turned on by this black haired girl’s body. Her legs were unbelievably sexy and
as he got behind her, he purposefully brushed across her breasts and felt her nipples go hard. He
was making a pass at her big time and it seemed she was responding, and she wasn’t asking him
to stop, so now it was time to make his move.
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Michael turned Sarah around slowly to face him. Sarah looked up at the young man’s eyes,
unaware that she was now actually almost 10 years younger than him, and waited. Michael bent
over and gently kissed Sarah on the lips. Sarah trembled with excitement as she was caught
completely unawares by this move. She forgot she was an old woman, forgot that he was young
enough to be her great-grandson, she didn’t want to think, she wanted to fulfill her deepest and
greatest wish, which was to be loved by a man, if only once, in her life. Now it seemed as if her
wish was coming true and she was not going to let it slip away. She put her arms around Michael
and pulled him in closer, still afraid he was going to pull away in disgust.
Michael knew she was giving him the green light when she kissed back and pulled him closer. It
was strange, she seemed so innocent and virginal, yet he thought that a girl this beautiful had to
be well-versed in sex. But if she was a virgin, then this would be even greater than he could have
hoped for.
Michael pulled away for a second and walked over to the door. Sarah was crushed and was about
to cry when she noticed that he locked the door and turned back around and began to get
undressed. “We wouldn’t want to be disturbed during our therapy session, now would we?” he
smiled. Sarah’s heart raced as she began to get undressed and then shyly looked at Michael and
said in an old woman’s trembling voice, “Please turn off the lights Michael.” Michael smiled and
walked over as he began to unbutton her matronly dress. “No, I want to savor every part of you,
Sarah.” And he undressed her slowly, kissing and caressing her constantly like a good attentive
lover. He was surprised and very turned on by the fact she was wearing old women’s
undergarments as well. Sarah’s mind was filled with desire as Michael swept her off her feet and
onto a waiting orthopedic bed. As she looked up at him she whispered, “Please be gentle, this is
my first time.” Michael was touched and also very turned on. She was a virgin!
They made love for more than an hour and when Sarah finally climaxed, she experienced
multiple orgasms, the first time she had experienced anything like that in her 90 years of living.
She wept tears of joy for the experience, but also some of sadness at the realization of what she
had lost out on for her entire life. When it was over, she embraced Michael in her arms and
cradled him. “Thank you, Michael. You made an old woman very happy.” Michael smiled and
that made him hard again, as he began fondling one of her breasts and said, “Well, let me make
an old woman happy again!” as he mounted her quickly once again, causing Sarah to squeal with
pleasure and delight.
Back at the KD sorority house the former girls had taken a long nap and had gotten up and
decorated the house for the party, excited by what the night would bring. The phone rang and an
elderly Cindy shuffled across the room to answer it. “Hang on dang it!” she mumbled to herself.
“Hello? Kappa Delta, how may I help ya?” she tried to say as spritely as she could. “Could ya
speak up there? I can’t hardly hear ya! Oh, Angel? Hold on. Angel! Telephone!”
Angel walked as fast as her tired, weathered legs could take her, which was not very fast. “Hurry
up before I die of old age!” smirked Cindy, not realizing just how true that phrase was. Angel
finally made it, but she felt exhausted.
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“Hello? This is Angel. No, it is. Mom? Mom is that you? Yes, it is me? No I don’t have a cold,
must be a bad connection. What was that? Annie? What do you mean she ran away again? Ok,
I’ll keep an eye out for her. I promise. Love you too Mom, bye.”
Angel hung up the phone and saw that Cindy had fallen asleep in the chair next to her again.
“Cindy! Wake up girl!”
“Whaa? Sorry, must have dozed off for a sec. Who was that?”
“It was my Mom. My little 12 year-old sister Annie ran away from home again. She might be
coming here, if she does we are to keep her here until Mom can come get her.”
“Well the party is supposed to start soon, Angel, but I will let the girls know to keep an eye out
for her. Well, we better get ready!” And with that Cindy tried to lift herself out of the chair but
then slumped back down. “Well maybe first I’ll just rest here for a minute.” And with that she
nodded off back to sleep.
Eventually the girls of the KD house were ready. This was meant to be a themed party and the
theme was a costume Great Gatsby party, so the girls were all going to dress as flappers from the
1920s. The boys were all supposed to come dressed in either wing-tip tuxedos or other 1920s
garb. Of course they were doing a mixer with the men of Delta Tau Delta, the best fraternity on
campus.
Just before the young men were to arrive as one large group there was a knock on the door.
Tiffany was the closest and answered. Standing there was a cute 12-year old wisp of a girl with
shoulder length chestnut brown hair and green eyes with a few freckles across her nose. She
seemed a little startled by the sight of an elderly white-haired woman dressed in a glittery fringed
mini dress which showed way too much skin for a woman her age. “Hello there young lady, how
can I help you?”
“Uh, I’m looking for my sister, Angel? Is she here?”
“Sure she is child, come on in.”
“Uh, thank you Ma’am.”
“Ma’am? Why aren’t you a polite young thing? But I am certainly not old enough to be called
‘Ma’am’ yet. Just call me Tiffany.”
“Uh, ok….Tiffany.”
“You can go up to her room, top of the stairs, first door on the right.”
“Thank you, Ma…I mean Tiffany.”
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As Annie began walking through the house, her small backpack slung around her shoulders, she
saw all the party decorations and a lot of elderly women dressed in those same style of old timey
clothes she had seen Tiffany wearing. She got up to the top of the stairs and knocked on Angels
door.
“Come in!” she heard what almost sounded like Angel, but different.
Annie walked into the room and closed the door behind her and immediately began to explain
herself as Angel was in her bathroom with the door closed.
“Angel, I’m sorry to bug you, but I need a place to crash for a few days. You know Mom, she
has been IMPOSSIBLE lately! I wanted her to take me shopping for my first training bra. I
mean, it’s a big deal. I mean, I know I don’t really have anything there yet to speak of, but all the
other girls my age has them and, you know, I don’t want to be left out, but she is being like a
total bitch about it, saying I am still too young, I that I want to grow up too fast, and well, like
she is kinda right ‘bout that, what’s wrong with wanting to be a little bit older? I mean, it’s not
like I am going to grow up overnight, it’s just a damn training bra!”
“Ok, calm down Annie. I already spoke to Mom. I understand, but you have to realize that to her
you are still her little girl. Look, after I talked to her on the phone I texted her and told her that
you could stay with me through the weekend and you would then go back home. Agreed?”
Annie, looked down at the floor as she brushed her bright red sneakers. “Ok. Thanks sis. I guess
I am just tired of being called a ‘tomboy’ all the time. I mean, yea I like to play sports and stuff,
but that doesn’t mean I don’t still like girly things.”
“I understand Annie, I really do. Trust me, you will grow up to be a beautiful woman one day, I
promise. Just don’t rush it. Enjoy things while you can.”
“Ok. Sis, you got a cold or something? You sound kind of strange.”
The bathroom door opened to reveal an elderly woman 90 year old woman dressed in her 1920s
costume that once again showed too much skin for a woman of her advanced years. “Ta-dah!”
she said as she flung her knarled hands in the air. Annie let out a small shriek.
“Who the hell are you, lady?! And what did you do with my sister?!!”
Angel looked confused by that statement as she began to shuffle over to Annie, who then bolted
around her and locked herself into Angel’s bathroom.
“What’s wrong with you, Annie? Did I mess up my make-up or something?” Angel strained to
look into the mirror, but all she saw was the vibrant, sexy young girl dressed just right for the
party. She had even put her raven hair into a cute period 1920s style.
“Go away! I’m not talking to you! Just my sister!”
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“Now stop this right now young lady! You come out of that bathroom this instant!”
“No!”
“Ok, have it your way. You stay up here and sulk. I don’t want you coming down and spoiling
my party. You stay here until the party is over and then we are going to have a long talk about all
of this!”
And with that Angel shuffled out the door, and then turned and locked the two-way deadbolt
lock from the outside so Annie couldn’t leave.
About this time the young men of Delta Tau Delta arrived at the Kappa Delta house. As they
walked in they were greeted by a large number of elderly cat calls and whistled from a bunch of
old woman dressed in flapper costumes. Craig, who was the president of the DTD’s looked back
at his guys and said “Just play along, this is some sort of sorority prank, the real girls will be here
later, I am sure.” The young men all nodded and smiled as they came in, each of the old women
picking a young man to escort around.
As Craig watched, a small, elderly woman with snow white hair shuffled up to him.
“Hello there handsome!” she rattled.
“Why hello there young lady, and how are we doing this evening?”
“Better now that you are here. Let’s go somewhere where we can sit and talk in private.”
As they made their way into a side room, they sat down on a love seat.
“I have been waiting all day just to see you.” She purred.
“Waiting to see me? Uh, do we know each other?”
The woman looked a little disappointed for a moment and then smiled. “Oh, you’re just having
fun with me, aren’t you?” she said as she held her boney hand in his. “I mean, after last night,
how could you forget me?”
Craig was puzzled. “Excuse me Ma’am, but I think you have got me mixed up with someone
else.”
“Ma’am? Oh, we are still playing that game? Ok, yes, I am the mother of one of the girls here.”
“You mean grandmother.”
“Oh, that’s a new twist. Ok, dearies, I can play along. Can you help an old woman with her bra?
Granny needs an itch scratched.”
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And with that she leaned in and kissed a shocked Craig on the mouth. As her elderly tongue
explored his, something inside of Craig clicked. He knew that game and this kiss was so familiar.
He pulled back quickly and looked into the fading eyes of the old woman before him.
“Megan?” he said shocked.
“Of course it’s me, Craig. Who did you think it was?”
“Wha….I mean how….how old are you?”
“I’m whatever age you want me to be sweetie. Last night you wanted me old enough to be your
mother, so I played along and it was worth it. If you want me to pretend to be your grandmother
now, I can do that too. Let’s say I’m 92 years old now. That old enough for ya sonny?”
As she leaned in to kiss him again he stopped her.
“No, I mean, but….but how old are you really?”
“I’m legal if that’s what worrying you.”
“No, how old?”
“I’m 21 silly. Same age as you.”
There was a moment of silence as Craig processed the information. He couldn’t believe it! This
old white-haired woman was the middle-aged sex cougar he had slept with last night, and yet,
she was actually only 21 years of age. That meant the rest of the old women he saw were all
actually young girls too! What the hell was going on?!
As he started to get up, Megan held his arm. “Please don’t leave me.” She said sadly. He looked
down at her as tears were welling up in her eyes. He had had a magical night last night with
Megan, and was hoping to hook up with her again tonight, and he had, only now she was old and
feeble. But it was still the same woman. He looked down at her with both pity and love as he sat
back down.
He took her frail body into his arms and he kissed her long and hard. He then picked her light
body up into his arms and carried her into her bedroom and closed the door. Perhaps he could
reverse this by making love to her, was it a test of love? Or was she going to die of old age by
tomorrow? He didn’t know the answer to any of those questions, but he was going to make love
to her because it seemed like the right thing to do.
He laid her on the bed and slowly began to undress her. Unlike last night when they made frantic
sex, this time they were making love. “Wait my love.” She whispered as she struggled to get up
and Craig helped her. She them stood in front of him and let her dress drop to the floor, revealing
the weathered body of an old crone, wearing the black lace thong and bra of a young girl and not
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an old woman. She first shimmied out of her panties, revealing a trim, white bush of hair and a
weathered vagina that had seen better days. She then tried to unclasp her bra, but her arthritic
hands betrayed her. “Could you help me?” she asked? Craig walked behind her and saw her
curvaceous hips barely holding up a dropping ass that was once the envy of every girl on campus
with cellulite filled upper legs and thinning calves. He unclasped her bra and let it fall to the
ground as he brushed back her white hair and kissed her on the back of the neck as he reached
around with his right hand and cupped one of her large sagging and limp breasts in one hand,
while his left hand reached around and began to finger her elderly pussy.
Megan moaned loudly in both delight and approval. She had never felt this way about anyone
before and she felt so incredibly horny around him, as if she had not had sex for year. In point of
fact, it had technically been almost 40 years since she had sex with him last or anyone else for
that matter.
Craig continued to finger her and kneed her breasts and nipple probing deeper and deeper until
she let out a short scream as she orgasmed. She then turned around to face him. “I want you
inside of me now, baby.” She whispered.
He laid her down on the bed and quickly undressed. His member was large and erect as he
slowly came down on top of her. As he entered her he thrusted hard and she quickly gasped as
she caught her breath. He then rolled the two of them over so she was on top, as he was afraid he
might crush or hurt her if he was on top. She approved as she sat up on top of him and began
gyrating slowly as sweat began to glisten off her nude, wrinkled body. Her feet, which had once
been young and sexy and still had the pink nail polish on them, where now veined, knarled with
toes bent in from arthritis, wrinkled and weathered, slid up and down his thigh as much as she
could while she felt him inside of her as she thrusted against him again and again. Her once
large, proud breasts and half-dollar sized areolas and erect nipples were now nothing but large
empty sacks flopping around as she moved until Craig lifted both of them up with his hands and
squeezed them as then he took turns putting the nipples in his mouth and suckled on them,
driving Megan wild with desire.
To Megan though, she was still the sexy young sorority girl and she knew she was in love with
this young man.
As the thrusting became more intense, Megan’s white hair became wet with sweat as did the rest
of her body. At the moment of orgasm, they both came together at the same, and she also
decided to continue role playing as she first screamed in ecstasy and then collapsed into his arms.
“Oh, that was so very special my love.” She panted out of breath. “You’ve made an old woman
very happy little boy.” And with that she gasped a bit as he pulled out of her and then he held her
tightly in his arms as she fell asleep.
The pounding of music could be heard downstairs as the party was in high gear.
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Next door at the nursing home, the women (now girls) were gathered in the rec room sitting
around the sofa’s reminiscing. Sarah seemed particularly distracted. “Penny for you thought
Sarah,” asked Bonnie. Bonnie’s elderly body had been replaced with that of an 18 year old firls
who looked 16. Her hair was now bright red as her green eyes sparkled. The old woman’s dress
was overly loose on her body, except one could now see the soft outline of her now proud and
erect 36 C-Cup breasts. She kept squirming in her seat as did the other ladies.
Sarah looked over. “What? Did you say something Bonnie?”
Bonnie laughed what she thought was an elderly cackle but was actually that of a young girl’s
giggle. “Are we having a senior moment, dear?”
That brought a number of other giggles from the “ladies.”
“I don’t know about you girls, but all of a sudden, my clothes just don’t fit me right anymore,
they are all so loose or too tight across the chest.” Said Terri as the now sexy 20 year old
platinum blonde with 26 Double-D Cup breasts as she kept trying to adjust her support bra and
dress.
“I know exactly what you mean dear, I am having a hard time too.” Bemoaned Vera, now a pixie
cute 20 year old young girl with 34 D-Cup breasts.
“Me too,” said Marge. “Perhaps we have all lost some weight or something. Bonnie, it’s your
turn.”
The ladies had all been playing cards as Bonnie turned. “Sorry, perhaps I could concentrate
better if it wasn’t for all that damn loud music next door!” I mean really? Those college girls
should be studying and not having wild parties all the time!”
“I don’t know Bonnie,” mused Teri, “a party would be a lot of fun right now. Better than playing
‘Go Fish.” As she threw her cards on the table.
“What? Crash a college party? At our age?” exclaimed Marge.
“Why not? Vera and I were Ziegfield girls once upon a time and could party with the best of
them. There was this one time with Howard Hughes that…..”
“Let’s not tell that story, dear.” Vera said as she put her hand on Teri’s arm. “But I do agree.
We’re not dead yet and let’s show those young things a thing or two and then perhaps next time
they will be more considerate of us.”
“Well, I must admit wanting to put that bitch in her place from earlier who dis-respected me! I
mean I thought once a KD always a KD!” said Marge angrily.
All the “women” nodded in agreement as they struggled to get on their feet with their canes and
walkers, which in reality they no longer needed and looked ridiculous with these now young
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women and teenaged girls as they began to sneak out of the home. Sarah had reservations, but
her mind was still occupied with thoughts of Michael. Perhaps he would be at that party? He
heart skipped a beat at that thought. She still wondered what a handsome young man like him
would want with a shriveled up old woman like her, but he had given her the greatest moment in
her long life and took her elderly virginity. If there was a chance he would be there she was
going to take it.
The party at the Kappa Delta house was kicking into high gear, well, at least as high as a house
full of geriatric grandmothers could. The young men of Delta Tau Delta were still playing along
and were convinced this was all part of the fun and that the sexy young sorority girls would soon
appear and take over from these old women who were pretending to be the young girls.
“I used to be Miss Teen America,” crocked Cindy as she tried to gyrate her body next to Mark,
but her body didn’t seem to want to cooperate as it seemed harder than usual to do her twerking.
It didn’t look sexy, but rather the slow combination of shuffling and arthritic joints. “Yea, maybe
in 1940.” Mumbled Mark as he played along. “Ouch, my hip!” squinted Cindy as she put one
hand on her lower back for support. “Perhaps we should sit down for a bit young man.” And with
that Mark helped the elderly woman to a chair.
The other girls were not fairing much better. “Don’t you think this music is too loud?” Tiffany
yelled to Ashley. “I don’t know, it does seem louder than normal, doesn’t it? Maybe we can play
something slower and softer?” Tiffany nodded in agreement. “Let me see if I can find Jenn, she’s
usually in charge of the music.” Tiffany wandered off to look for Jenn, while Ashley was leaning
on a chair for better support as Angel came over. “Having fun?” giggled Angel, which sounded
more like a cackle. “Sure, but it must be sooo late now, it must be past my bedtime.” Angel
looked at her watch, which seemed a bit blurry as she held the dial up close to her eyes, “Says
here that it’s only 8:00 o’clock!”
“Really? I could have sworn it was two in the morning!” said a surprised and exhausted Ashley.
“I would have thought an 18 year old freshman like yourself would have more energy than this
old senior here.” Smiled Angel. ”Now go find yourself a man and have your way with him!”
“Yes, Ma’am!” Ashley smiled and shuffled off towards the crowd of young men by the bar.
As the “women” from the nursing home arrived next door at the Kappa Delta house they looked
through the window and saw the party in full swing. They saw the same thing as the Kappa Delta
girls, a bunch of young girls partying with young men and the girls were all dressed in 1920s
flapper costumes.
“Well I be damned!” exclaimed Teri, “It’s a ‘Roaring 20s’ party! What do they know about the
roaring 20s?”
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“Exactly! They’re not even wearing their hair correctly or wearing those clothes right!” smirked
Vera.
“Well why don’t you show them what a couple of real Ziegfeld girls can do ladies? Let’s show
them how to cut a rug!” smiled Bonnie.
And with that the ladies shuffled their way to the front door and let themselves in. As they made
their way inside with their canes and walkers, the boys inside turned and stared in amazement.
There were five of the hottest girls they had ever seen, but they were all dressed as old women
and acting all bent over with canes and walkers. “Now I get it!” exclaimed Mark. “It’s a reverse
party! How cool is that?!” And with that the boys all abandoned the KD ‘women’ and
surrounded the girls acting like old ladies. Angel, Ashley, Tiffany and Jenn were stunned as were
the rest of the ’girls.’ The ‘women’ of the nursing home however were stunned as well, surprised
at how they were suddenly all getting hit on and smooth talked by these young studs.
Angel led the other ‘girls’ over to the party crashers. They still saw a bunch of old women and
could not understand why the men of DTD were fawning all over them.
“What the hell are you old biddies doing over here!” screamed Angel. “I thought we made
ourselves clear that we don’t want you here! Now why don’t you go back to your nursing home
and act your age and leave us alone!”
That was it for Marge. “Listen here young lady! If I was 50 years younger I would bitch-slap you
across this room!”
“If you were 50 years younger you’d still be old enough to be my mom!” yelled Ashley.
“Well I never!” gasped Bonnie.
“Yea, you probably never did,” smirked Jenn as she pointed her finger at Bonnie. “Now why
don’t you wander back before you break a hip, we don’t serve Ensure here.”
With that comment Terri had enough and she reached out and grabbed Jenn’s arm. That’s when
it happened. That’s when the curse took a strange turn. There was an electric shock that went
through Teri and Jenn and quickly spread to the other women and girls in the room and suddenly
the veil of reality was lifted.
Upstairs in Angel’s room, Annie had been sulking on the bed. She had tried to get out of the
room, but the deadbolt was locked, and the window was too high up for her to shimmy down to
the ground. Dressed in loose jeans and a tank top, her hair was pulled back into a ponytail. The
music downstairs was too loud for her to be heard over so she would just have to wait till Angel
came back up. Right at that moment an electric shock hit her as the same time it hit everyone
downstairs. She almost instantly doubled over in pain. “Oh god! Wha….wha….what’s
happening….to…me?!! she said as she fell to her knees. Her whole body seemed to be on fire as
her body began to rapidly age. Soon she aged from 12 to 13, then 14. Her chest was on fire as her
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nipples popped out erect and her once small areolas expanded and grew larger. Her small hands
grabbed her chest as she began to feel her chest expand like two water balloons.
She then fell onto her back as her hips began to expand as womanly curves began to appear on
her body, straining the waist of her once loose jeans. Annie quickly kicked off her too tight shoes
and tried to pull her pants off. Her tank top was already above her now taught stomach. The
struggle was not successful as the 16 year olds hips and expanding legs finally ripped the jeans
apart from her body, much to Annie’s relief. But now her pink girls panties with little hearts was
more like a thong now as they dug into her finally tearing apart as she hit 18 years of age. “Oh
god!” she moaned again, surprised at how your voice sounded as it was now a good octave
lower. She struggled to her feet as she stared into her sister’s full-length mirror amazed at what
she saw. There was a beautiful young woman of 21 looking back at her with long, tone sexy legs,
an hour-glass figure, a shapely bubble-butt and two proud and erect 36 C-Cup breasts pushing
the limits of her tank top, which was now tight and her “under boobs” exposed with erect nipples
pressing hard. Sweat glistened off her body and her brown hair now cascading down over her
shoulders. She could be a playboy cover model. “Is….is that…me?” as she took her now
womanly hands and long fingers and traced the outline of her gorgeous face and full lips. “I’m a
woman!” she whispered excitedly. She looked down and saw the full bush of hair that now
covered her slightly wet pussy as hormones were rushing through her giving her feelings she had
never experienced before. But sadly it was not over.
Suddenly she was hit again by another wave of hot flashes and electricity. “NO!
Not….not…again!” she moaned. This time she stayed standing up and held one hand for support
on the corner bed post. As she watched in amazement, she raced through her twenties into her
thirties as her features sharpened and her breasts enlarged a bit to double-d’s and began to lose
their gravity defying properties. She also began to notice the fine lines appearing around her
mouth and eyes as grey hairs began weaving their way into her brown hair as it seemed to lose
its luster. Soon she was 40, 41, 42, 43, 44 and finally 45 years of age. Her hair was now a mix of
grey and brown with deep crow’s feet and laugh lines. Her large breasts were now sagging
enough that the tank top could no longer hold them as the areolas and nipples were now exposed.
Her whole body seemed more worn, but on a whole she had aged well and her legs were still
long and toned, her bubble butt had expanded some and dropped just a bit, but there was still no
cellulite on her legs and her stomach was still fairly taught with just a bit of a ‘muffin top’. She
was now a very sexy middle-aged MILF and cougar, and she was now a good four years older
than her own mother. As she pulled off the too-small tank top in order to see the whole effect she
was stunned. “Why is this….oh, my voice!” she sounded even a little lower and coarser than she
did as a young woman. She sounded very much like an older adult woman. She sat down on the
bed and began to cry. Why the aging couldn’t have stopped when she was a young 21 year old
sexy beauty eluded her? Why? What was she going to do now?
Downstairs, the spell of reality had been broken. The girls of Kappa Delta saw the old women
from the nursing home suddenly transform into young, beautiful girls and the women of the
nursing home suddenly saw the girls of Kappa Delta grow old and elderly in an instant.
“What the hell?!” exclaimed Angel. “My voice! What’s wrong with my….AHHH!!” Angle
looked at her hands and screamed. They were the hands of an elderly woman. Soon all of the
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other ladies of Kappa Delta began screaming as they realized they were no longer young girls but
old women.
“Serves you right! I mean…what the…” said Marge amazed at how youthful her voice sounded.
She then noticed her hands were so smooth. So…YOUNG! And she felt so full of energy all of a
sudden. She then turned to see her friends and was stunned to see they were all young and
vibrant now as they realized they had been transformed as well.
Cindy was sobbing as she saw her wrinkled, trembling hands as she felt her wrinkled covered
and sagging face. “You! You stole our YOUTH! You bitches!” Cindy tried to lunge at the girls
but the pain in her hip made her stop and wince as she bent over in pain.
“Here ‘granny’, you could probably use this now.” Smirked Teri as she handed Cindy her
walker.
The young men however, couldn’t understand what was happening. Was this part of the act?
“You won’t get away with this!” yelled Tiffany, who shook her new cane at the girls that she just
got from Vera.
“Hmmmm… that gives me an idea.” Smiled Marge. She quickly walked over to the phone and
called the rest home. “Hello? Yes, I want to report that a group of your nursing home patients
have wandered off and are over here all confused. Could you send someone over to get them
right away? Thanks.”
“What did she say, Angel?” cackled Ashley.
“I don’t know….I can’t seem to hear as good as I used ta.”
Almost instantly a number of male orderlies from the nursing home pulled up in a large van and
got out. One of them was Michael. “Ok ladies, you’ve had your fun for the night, its time to get
you back to the home and get you to bed, it’s past your bedtimes!”
As they began to lead the women to the van they were protesting.
“What are you doing young man! I’m only 18! I’m too young to be going to a nursing home!”
yelled Ashley.
“I was Miss Teen America just last year!” cackled Cindy.
“These women did this to us!” protested Angel as they led her to the van as fast as her frail legs
would carry her until they finally had to put her in a wheelchair. “We’re young I tell you! We’re
girls! Not old women!”
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The orderlies simply ignored them as they put them in the van one by one. Sarah spotted Michael
and ran up to him. “Michael!” she beamed as she wrapped her arms around him. “Sarah! What
are you doing here and why are you dressed like that?”
“It’s a long story. Can you come back over here when you get off so we can talk?”
“Sure, I can be over here in about an hour. A sorority girl, huh? I wondered where you had come
from.”
“Well we can talk about that when you come back.”
“Looking forward to it, baby.” He smiled and then gave her a warm kiss before jumping in the
van and pulling away. Sarah’s heart pounded with excitement.
“Something going on we don’t know about?” asked Bonnie.
“I’ll explain later.” Sighed Sarah.
Teri was the first to speak up as soon as the van disappeared. “So boys, still want to party?”
The guys all looked at each other and then grinned and yelled. “Hell yeah!”
“Ok, just hand out down here for a bit while we go upstairs and change, k?”
The boys all nodded eagerly.
“Come on girls, let’s go see if we can find something more age appropriate to wear.” Teri
motioned and the other girls giggled as they followed her upstairs. Marge noticed Angel’s keys
on the table and scooped them up just in case, as they all headed up stairs.
Bonnie and Sarah, the two youngest at now 18 years of age, went into Tiffany and Ashley’s
room. They stopped and finally took a good look at themselves in the large mirror, still stunned.
Bonnie brought her hand up to her face and gently felt it amazed. “I’m a young girl again.” She
whispered. “You’re beautiful Bonnie” said Sarah as she looked at her friend. Bonnie blushed as
she swept a few strands of her bright flaming red hair out of her face. “How old do you think we
are now?” She asked.
“I think we must be teenagers again” said Bonnie. “17 or 18 years old. And speaking of
stunningly beautiful!” she said as she looked at Sarah. “Really? You think I’m pretty?”
“Are you kidding me? I can’t believe your father locked you away in a convent for all those
years. Well, you’ve got a second chance now.”
“Let’s hope” smiled Sarah.
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As the two girls began rummaging through Tiffany and Ashley’s dresser and closet they began to
pull out underwear, which was all frilly, lacy and very sexy from Victoria’s Secret. “Geez, young
girls wear things like this now?”
“We never had anything like this when I was young” whispered Sarah.
The two girls began getting undressed so they could try things on. Sarah sat on the bed and took
off her old woman’s loafers and then began to roll down her support hose revealing her long,
toned and very sexy legs. She then stood up and let her way too lose dress fall to the ground,
revealing a white girdle and large white support bra made for elderly women. And they were
both very loose as well as she didn’t even have to release the girdle but just shimmied out of it
and then released her old bra and let it drop to the floor followed by her granny panties. She them
stood up and looked sheepishly back into the mirror.
There stood a breath-taking 18 year old girl with long sexy legs, large and gravity-defying
double C-Cup breasts with black raven hair and deep blue eyes. Her bush was full and black. “I
can’t believe this is me.” She whispered to herself as she gazed upon her perfect body.
“Holy shit Sarah, you’re the most beautiful woman I have ever seen!” gasped Bonnie.
It was Sarah’s turn to blush as she looked over at Bonnie was now just as nude. She had a killer
body as well with an hourglass figure and a bright red bush to match her fiery red hair. Her
porcelain skin had freckled all over it and across the bridge of her nose as well that enhanced her
sparking green eyes. Her 36 C breasts were also erect and proud.
“Well, let’s see what fits.” Smiled Bonnie.
Sarah picked out a pair of black lace thong panties and a matching bra. She first pulled the
panties on, which gave her an interesting sensation. “Wow, these dig inside of you right away,
but it oddly feels good.” She posed topless in the mirror with them on.
“Looking sexy there Sarah.” Bonnie said as she pulled out a pair of matching red thong panties
and bra. “But once you go red, you never go back.” She smiled.
Sarah then put on the bra. It was a bit small, but it worked, showing a generous amount of
cleavage. Now what to wear. All of Tiffany’s dresses were very short Sarah thought. Sarah had
always been very conservative when it came to her appearance, but now she wanted to make sure
Michael noticed her. She finally decided on a small little black dress. She slipped it on and
zipped it up and it fit her body snuggly, accentuated all her womanly curves. It dipped low in the
front to continue highlighting her breasts and cleavage and it was short as well, with the hem
coming up to almost her thigh. She looked incredibly sexy. Interestingly, her legs were smooth
as if they had just been professionally shaved (as did all the other girls). She then found a pair of
black high heels, which she slipped on. She wasn’t used to wearing them so it took a few minutes
for her to keep her balance and get comfortable with them. She needed no make-up, nor has she
ever worn any in her life and she didn’t need it. She now looked amazing. She posed in the
mirror and then began to copy poses she saw in the magazines lying in the room.
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“Looking very sexy there Sarah!” smiled Bonnie. Sarah turned and saw Bonnie was now
dressed as well in a green hip-hugging dress with a similar short hem and deep plunging neck
line. “Those boys down there won’t know what hit them!”
“I’m not doing this for those boys downstairs. I am doing this for Michael.”
“Ok Sarah, what is going on? Talk to me.”
Sarah smiled and then told Bonnie about her and Michael’s love making last night and how she
had finally lost her virginity. “It was so fantastic. More than I could have dreamed of. But he did
act as if he didn’t know me and kept asking if I was Sarah’s granddaughter.”
“That was so sweet and wonderful. I am so happy for you Sarah.” Bonnie said as she wiped
away a tear. “What a minute. Come to think about it, a lot of folks were treating us differently
yesterday. Could we have perhaps already have turned young, but we just didn’t realize it yet?”
“That must be it!” exclaimed Sarah. ”Did you notice that Michael recognized me this evening
right away. That’s how I must have looked to him last night!”
“Well, you did have sex with a man who was technically young enough to be your greatgrandson.”
Giggled
Bonnie.
“Oh
God,
what
if
this wears
off
and
we
revert
back
to our old selves?
He
would never
love
an
old
woman like I
used
to be.”
“Don’t
think
about those
things
now Sarah.
If
things
do revert
back,
then think
of this
as
a
gift.
We’ve
already
lived
long
lives.
This
is a second
chance
at
life,
no matter
how
short,
so let’s
take
full
advantage
of
it while
we
can.
You
go
and
love
that man Sarah
for
just
as
long
as
you
can.”
Sarah
wiped
away
tear
herself
this
time
and
smiled
and
nodded.
“Well,
tell you
what
Sarah,
you
come
with me
downstairs
and
let’s
have
some
fun.
Just
until
Michael
comes.
I
will
make
sure
none
of
those
boys
molest
you,
but
I
intend
on molesting
some
of
those
boys!”
Bonnie
got
up and took Sarah’s
hand
and
led her
downstairs.
Marge got to the top of the stairs and saw a door with Angel’s name on it and a deadbolt lock.
This would be poetic justice using her room, Marge thought. She took the keys and found the
right one and unlocked the door and let herself inside.
As she closed the door behind her she heard a voice from the bathroom. “Angel? Is that you?
You’re not going to believe what just happened to me!” At that moment, a middle-aged woman
wearing nothing but a man’s button down light blue shirt she had found in her sisters closet. She
stopped in her tracks when she saw what appeared to be a young woman in her early to mid-20s
wearing an old woman’s dress standing there. “Who the hell are you?”
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Marge looked at the woman quizzically. I’m Marge, I mean Margaret, I mean, call me Maggie.
Who are you? You Angels mother?”
With that comment Annie burst into tears once again. Maggie rushed over to the woman and sat
her on the bed as she sat down beside her with her arm around the woman’s shoulder. “It’s ok
Miss, its ok.”
Annie looked up into the beautiful young woman’s face. “No, it’s not. I’m not Angel’s mother,
I’m her little 12 year old sister!”
Maggie looked shocked at the middle-aged woman with the grey and brown hair. “What?”
“I ran away from home earlier today and came here to see my sister and we got into this
argument and I said something about wishing I was older and that is what must have done it, and
at first I mean, I grew up into a really rockin’ babe, but then it hit me again and turned me into
THIS! Now I’m older than my own mom! And then when I got here there were all these old
women here, I don’t know what’s happening!”
Maggie took pity on the former girl and let her cry a bit and then told her about how all the girls
in the house had been turned old, though she did omit the fact of herself and her friends
becoming young again.
“Really? You mean my sister and all her friends are old women now?” she gasped.
“Yes sweetie. Really.”
Annie looked down at the floor. “What if this isn’t reversible? I mean, what if I am stuck like
this. I’ve never had a crush or even ever been kissed. I’m a middle-aged virgin!”
“There were no boys you were ever interested in?”
Annie paused and then looked up at Maggie. “Can you keep a secret?”
“Cross my heart sweetie.”
“Well, I never told anyone this, not even Angel, but……I like girls. I mean, I’ve always been a
tomboy, though I hate that name, but I like girly things too, I mean, girls just seemed so much
more….I mean, we are all so soft and stuff and the pretty girls always seemed to make me feel
something, but I can’t tell you what that is and I don’t know if there is something wrong with me
or….”
“Maggie put her finger up to Annie’s mouth. “Shhhh. There is nothing wrong with you Annie.
It’s perfectly natural. That’s just the way some of us built. Can you keep a secret too?”
“Uh-huh.”
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“I like girls too. But when I grew up, you could never let anybody know or it could get you into
big trouble. It’s not that way today Annie. It’s normal today, you have got nothing to be
ashamed or afraid of.”
“Really? And you like girls too?”
“I really do.” Smiled Maggie.
There was a long pause as Annie looked into Maggie’s eyes as she felt so aroused all of a
sudden. 45 years of hormones and perhaps the onset of menopause was making Annie incredibly
horny. She felt wet between her legs, but in a great way. Suddenly she just lunged forward and
kissed Maggie on the lips as she wrapped her arms around her. Maggie was a bit shocked and
surprised as she pulled away.
“What’s wrong?” whimpered Annie. “I thought you said you liked girls.”
“I do Annie, but….”
“It’s because I’m OLD, isn’t it!”
“No, no Annie. You’re a beautiful woman for your age, stunning actually. But you’re really only
12 years old. I can’t take advantage of you like that.”
“But I’m not 12 anymore, I am in my mid-forties now! I mean, what if I am stuck this way
forever! I’ve got to learn to live life as my mother’s older sister and not her little girl. My life is
over!”
Annie began to tear up again. Maggie looked at the woman tenderly. She was right, what if this
was permanent? She was no longer an old weathered and tired woman, but a young vibrant and
sexy woman. And Annie was no longer a confused 12 year old tomboy, but a grown, middleaged
beautiful
woman
now.
Maggie
reached
over
and
lifted
Annie’s
face
back
up
and
looked into her
eyes.
“You’re
right.”
And
with
that she
leaned
in
a kissed Annie
long
and
hard.
Annie
shuddered
with
excitement,
not
sure
what
to
do next
as she
was
suddenly
surprised
to feel
Maggie’s
tongue
inside
hers
probing
and
dancing
around
her
own
tongue.
It
excited
her
more
than anything
ever
had
before
and
that
warmth
and
wetness
in her
groin
increased.
It
had also
been
decades
since
Maggie
had
had
sex
herself
and
this
new
youthful
body
filled
her
with
desire
and
lust.
In
her
mind, Annie
was
still
decades
younger
than
she
was,
or once
was,
and
that
turned
her
on as
she always
loved mature
women.
But
even
though
it
had
been
decades,
she
was
still
extremely
experienced
as
opposed
to Annie.
Maggie
began
exploring
Annie’s
mature
body
as
she
continued
to frantically
make-out
with
her
like
a
couple
of
teenagers.
She
took one hand
and
reached
under
the
shirt
she
was
wearing
and
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discovered she was not wearing any underwear. She them felt one of Annie’s large breasts as she
fingered the nipple and then squeezed the breast. Annie moaned loudly at this. The feeling was
so incredible!
Maggie pulled back for a moment as they both caught their breath. Annie was still lying on the
bed with her legs dangling over the edge. Maggie stood up and let her old woman’s dress and
underwear fall to the ground revealing her young, sexy taught body and large youthful breasts
with her nipples pointed erect. Annie stared at Maggie for a moment. She had never seen a
grown woman naked before and it filled her with lust as she felt incredibly excited as she took it
all in.
“Like what you see baby?” smiled Maggie.
Annie simply nodded, too stunned to say anything.
“Well, it is time you learn what it means to be a woman.” Maggie giggled.
She reached down and ripped open the shirt Annie was wearing as Annie sat up and let it fall to
the floor, revealing her middle-aged body. “Do you think I’m pretty?” whispered sheepishly to
Maggie. “Honey, I think you are the most beautiful woman I have seen in years, and that’s
saying something.”
And with that Maggie led Annie back onto the bed and began to make love to her. She began
suckling on Annie’s soft mature breasts, which drove Annie mad with desire. She then at the
same time took her right hand and caressed her way down the small of her stomach through her
thick grey and brown bush, until she found the opening in her vagina as she slid her fingers
inside of Annie and found her clit.
Annie arched her back uncontrollably as she screamed, “Oh GOD! Oh GOD! That feels fucking
AMAZING!”
This turned Maggie on even more as she began to massage Annie’s clit and suckle even harder
on her breasts and slightly bite her nipples. Annie grabbed the iron frame of her sister’s bed and
gripped it hard as she continued to arch her back and moan loudly. She soon felt a pressure
building inside of her unlike anything she had ever felt before.
“OH GOD! OH GOD!! OH GOD!!! OH GOD!!!! YYYEEEESSSSS!!!! FUCKING YES!!!!
Annie’s grip on the bed frame was so tight it allowed her to lift her body up with an arched back
as she experienced multiple orgasms that washed over her body with an extreme feeling of
euphoria. With sweat glistening off her mature body she collapse in a heap as she let go of the
bedframe and panted in approval. Maggie smiled as she pulled her fingers out of Annie’s pussy,
and she laid her head on Annie’s large breasts. Annie began to stroke Maggie’s hair as she
caught her breath.
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“That was the most amazing thing I have ever felt in my life.” Sighed Annie. “I think I am going
to enjoy being a woman, even if I have to be this old. Thank you Maggie. I love you.”
Maggie was touched. This former little girl now middle-aged woman was having her first crush
at age 45. But then again, who is to say it is not love now that she is this age? Maggie smiled as
she lifted herself up.
“I love you too Annie.” And she leaned in a kissed Annie softly on the lips.
“Ok, now it’s my turn. Giggled Maggie. “Think you can do what I just did?”
Annie sat up and smiled back. “I can sure as hell try, but I may have to do it a few times before I
get it right.”
“Take all the time you need baby” smiled Maggie as Annie rolled her over and got on top and
they began making love once again.
The party downstairs was picking up steam. Teri and Vera had found some very sexy, tight, and
revealing outfits and were reliving their party years and showing the boys how it was done,
though their dance moves seemed fresh and new to the boys, even though it was a mix of the
‘Charleston’ and swing dancing. The boys were drooling watching them gyrate and dance
seductively when the music slowed down.
Bonnie had wasted no time both as she swished her shapely hips as she walked over to the bar
and looked at a young man named Matt and asked for a drink. He gulped as he took her all in.
“Sure, uh, you old enough to drink? You look like you’re only 16 or so.” She smiled demurely as
she patted Matt’s face. “Oh trust me. I’m old enough to drink….and old enough to do much more
too.” She purred. Matt simply nodded at the gorgeous redhead as he handed her a cocktail.
Sarah kept her distance and simply smiled at the boys as the party went on. A few of them tried
to hit on her, but truthfully, her staggering beauty was intimidating to most of them.
As Teri and Vera took turns dancing and kissing each of the boys and flirting with them
outrageously, and Bonnie had turned her attention to the handsome athletic 19 year old Matt, the
front door opened and Michael walked in. He looked around the room and then spied Sarah as
he quickly walked over to her and then touched her arm. Sarah turned around and squealed with
delight as she instantly threw herself into his arms. “Michael!”
Michael kissed her and then smiled as he looked her over. “Wow! You look incredible Sarah!”
Sarah blushed as she then shook herself into reality. “Michael, we need to talk.”
“Sure, can we go somewhere to do that?”
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Sarah thought for a moment and then smiled. “Yes, come with me.” She said as she grasped his
hand and led him upstairs to Tiffany and Ashley’s room. They walked inside and she led him to
Tiffany’s frilly pink bed. “Yours?” asked Michael. “Uh, no. This is want I need to talk to you
about.”
“Ok.”
Sarah took a deep breath. “Michael, I am really the Sarah you have caring for at the nursing
home, not her granddaughter.”
There was a moment of silence and then Michael burst out laughing. “That’s a good one Sarah!”
As he continued laughing he then paused as he saw Sarah’s expression, which was dead serious.
“You’re not kidding, are you? You really think that?”
“I know it’s hard to believe that only a couple days ago I was in my 90s and now I am 18 again,
but it’s true. Those girls downstairs are really Teri, Vera, and Bonnie, and Marge is around here
somewhere, it happened to them too.”
Michael let that seep in for a moment and then looked at Sarah seriously. “Ok, if you.re really
Sarah, I told her some things about myself that only she would know…..tell me about me.”
Sarah smiled. “Well, you have a dog named ‘Mike’ which I always thought was cute how you
sorta named him after yourself. You love your mother’s lasagna and chocolate chip cookies, you
read like I fiend, which I admire, and the last book you read was Steinbeck’s ‘Of Mice and Men,’
because I recommended it to you. You like German beer, baseball and not football, and you
always try to find the good side of people instead of the bad.”
Michael was stunned. He finally shook his head. “Sarah?” he asked as he looked hard into her
eyes finally seeing that familiar spark he always saw in the old woman.
“Yes, Michael. It really is me.”
“But, but….how?”
“I have no idea, but those old women you and your men picked up here earlier this evening?
Those are all the real sorority girls who lived here. Somehow they have aged decades while we
became young again.”
“Holy shit! Oh, sorry.”
“No, I think I might have said the same thing if I was you. Michael, listen, I don’t know if this is
permanent or if tomorrow we will all revert back to our original ages. I just know that I have
fallen in love with you. Not just from last night, but in the many months of us talking and getting
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to know each other. Last night was just the icing on the cake and it meant so much to me too. I
mean, I was…..I mean, I was….a virgin.”
“Really?!”
“Yes. You know my father sent me to a convent when I was just a girl and I never knew the love
of a man, and it was one of the biggest regrets of my life. You gave me that gift, and for that I
will always love you.”
Michael reached out and touched her face gently. “Sweetheart, last night meant something to me
too, and knowing who you really are actually makes me love you that much more. I used to
always secretly wish that we had met when you were young. I don’t know how long this is going
to last, but I don’t want to waste a single moment of it. I want us to be together.”
And with that he leaned in and kissed her deeply. She returned the kiss as they embraced as his
hand cupped and squeezed her breast. She smiled as they paused. “Well, young man. Now that
you know the truth, why don’t you show this old woman how much you love her?”
Michael smiled and proceeded to disrobe her while kissing and caressing her entire body. It
would be a long night of love-making.
The sun rose the next morning to a number of surprises. Teri and Vera had taken four of the
young men to a room upstairs and they had an orgy of mythic proportions. Bonnie had bedded
Matt and showed him that he really didn’t know anything about sex until last night as she had her
way with him.
As Maggie stirred in the bed she had shared with Annie, she rolled over to kiss the mature
woman and as she opened her eyes, she was shocked at what she saw. No longer was there a 45
year-old mature beauty, but a 92 year-old elderly woman with white hair and a face that was a
mass of wrinkles, still asleep.
“Annie! Annie! Wake-up!” she said as she shook the old woman.
Annie slowly opened her eyes and smiled as she saw the beautiful Maggie lying next to her, but
she was having a hard time getting her eyes to focus and her whole body felt achy and sore.
“Maggie….my voice! What’s wrong with my….voice?!” her sound was another octave lower
and very shaky. “Oh, god….my hands!” she saw her hands, which now had thinning and veined
skin as the joints were knobby and fingers spindly. Maggie was too stunned to react as Annie
slowly lifted herself up, which was not easy, and she saw her reflection in the mirror which was
slightly blurred but enough to let the enormity of what had happened sink in.
“Oh my god, I’ve aged into an old woman! I’m old enough to be my own grandmother!” she
began sobbing as she buried her head into her hands, which only increased the pain as she felt
her soft and sagging flesh and wrinkles on her face. Her once impressive breasts were now just
limp, large sacks laying limp on her body as the nipples rested on her soft belly.
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“We need to get you some help, Annie. Here let’s get you dressed first.” Said Maggie as calmly
as she could. Luckily she had her old clothes in this room as she slowly dressed the shocked and
saddened Annie first in her granny panties and girdle, then heavy support bra and support hose,
and then her dress, which fit her rather well. Luckily she was also the same shoe size as she put
her loafers on Annie. As Annie stood slowly up with Maggie’s help, Maggie found a hiking cane
in the corner and gave it to Annie who was now bent over from osteoporosis as she put one hand
on her back for support. They slowly began making their way downstairs, which was going to
take some time.
Downstairs in another room, Craig awoke to a peacefully sleeping elderly Megan. At one point
during the night once the reality spell had been broken, Megan had become aware of her actual
age and had freaked out. It took almost an hour of Craig comforting and holding her for her to
calm down. She couldn’t believe that Craig had stayed with her despite how she now looked. It
touched her deeply as he held her till she fell asleep. In his arms.
However, it was now morning and Craig knew he needed to find her some help as he woke
Megan up and explained his plan. “We need to find you some help right now. I think we should
go next door to the rest home. They know all about geriatrics and can perhaps figure out whats
wrong.”
She nodded in agreement as he helped her get dressed back in her 1920s dress. “I look ridiculous
in this outfit.”
“I think you look beautiful, Megan.”
Megan touched Craig’s face gently. “You’re such a sweet boy.” She said, hating how old her
voice sounded.
Craig and Megan ran into Maggie and Annie at the front door as well as Michael and Sarah and
it took a bit of explaining among everyone as to what was happening.
“Here, I’ve got my van just outside, let me take them over to the home to join the other ladies
and I will get them checked out ASAP.” Said Michael.
Everyone agreed as they helped the two elderly women into the van. “The rest of you stay here
for ow. I will be back and give you an update as soon as I can.”
And with that he gave Sarah a good-bye kiss and drove off.
“I guess we have just got to wait.” Sighed Craig.
Maggie looked around and then wondered aloud. “I wonder where the rest of the girls are?”
Michael arrived with the two elderly women and got additional orderlies to help them out and
put them in wheelchairs and took them to a waiting room where the rest of the former girls of
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Kappa Delta were also waiting. Michael got the head doctor to agree to examine them right
away, though he did not say anything about what had actually happened. He hoped that the
doctor would figure that out on his own as he figured he would sound like a crazy man if he tried
to explain it all.
The doctor examined each of the women, who kept insisting they were actually young women or
teenaged girls. Beyond this startling claim, he found them each in passable health for women
their age. Afterwards he met with Michael and some of the other staff.
“Well, we will have to wait for the blood tests to come back, but their overall health is stable.
The only strange thing is this fantasy that they are not really old women. I have consulted with
my colleague Dr. Patel, who is a phycologist, and we are in agreement that this is a combination
of Alzheimer’s and the power of suggestion. We will just need to keep an eye on them.”
Michael just nodded and kept his mouth shut. He needed to go back and consult with Sarah and
Maggie and see what they should do next.
Angel, Ashley, Tiffany, Cindy, Megan, and Annie were all now gathered in the rec room alone
after the examinations. Most were now wheelchair bound, though some like Ashley and Cindy,
could get around with walkers. The reality of their situation had finally started to settle in. There
was also another by-product of the curse beginning to kick-in, and that is their vocabulary began
to reflect their age now more and more as it came naturally and unconsciously. Angel, the
former 21 year-old beauty and now a 90 year-old crone tried to get the women’s attention.
“Ladies, “croaked Angel, “We have got to face the reality that we are now all old, elderly
women. Something or someone has stolen our youth and I’m afraid there might not be any way
to reverse this, so we need to try and find a way to accept it.”
“Accept it?! Accept it?!” cried the now 98 year-old Tiffany. “I’m only 18 years old for god sake!
And this morning I actually peed into these dang depends they put on me! How do I accept
that?”
“I’m having to use dentures now!” chimed in 83 year-old Ashley. “I’ve got all these aches and
pains now and that young whippersnapper of a doctor told me I’ve got arthritis! I can’t have
arthritis, I’m a cheerleader!”
“I feel the same way dear. And my eyes aren’t worth a damn now.” Said a sad 92 year-old
Megan who was now sporting some stylish purple bi-focals with a pearl chain that the nurses had
gotten her.
Cindy, the former Miss Teen America, was once again asleep in her wheelchair.
“Cindy! Cindy dear!” yelled Angel. “Wake up!”
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“Wha…?! Oh, I’m sorry girls. I jest can’t seem to get enough sleep anymore.” Sighed the now
92 year-old woman. “And call me ‘Cynthia’ now please dear. Cindy is the name of a young girl,
not the same of someone of my advanced years.”
“That’s very mature of you Cynthia.” Complimented Angel.
“I was pretty though, wasn’t I? I mean I was young a pretty once?” said a sad and reflective
Cynthia.
“Yes, you were dear, we all were. But we need to start learning how to act our age now or we
will drive ourselves into an early grave with all the stress.”
What was that you said?” rattled the old woman stooped over next to Tiffany. It was Annie,
Angel’s 12 year old little sister.
Just yesterday she had aged into a very mature and sexy 45 year old MILF who was still a virgin.
Then she had come to grips with her own sexuality and lost her virginity to a much younger
Maggie. Now she was pushing a hard 92 and there was nothing left of the once young tomboy of
a girl on the cusp of puberty.
“Act my age? I’m only 12 years old!”
“Not anymore Ann. The doctor that examined you said you are spry and in surprisingly good
health for an elderly woman of 92. In fact, you’re older than me now, which makes you now the
older sister.”
“92? How did I get so old?” rattled Annie. As she sobbed to herself at the thought of her lost
youth hoping senility would soon take hold.
Angel wheeled herself over to Annie and took her weathered hands in hers. “I’m sorry Ann. This
should have never have happened to you. There, there, dear. We’ve still got to call Mom and
explain this to her.”
Annie looked up sadly, “Explain what? That we’re now old enough to be her greatgrandmothers?
Let’s
face
it,
our lives
are
over.”
She
continued
to sob
as
Angel
contined
to
comfort
her.
Tiffany,
who
was
now the
oldest of the
group
at
92
finally
spoke
up. “Dang
nab-it!
I
ain’t
got
no
intention
of
dying
of old age
without
finding
love!
Ladies,
we
need
to tighten
our
girdles
and
do
up
our
white hair
the
best
we
can
and
let’s
go
find some
nice
men our
own
age.
I
mean,
we
could
get
any
young
boy
we
wanted
when
we
was
young-ins!
Iz
still
got
some
zing
left
in
my
zipper,
if
ya
know
what
I
mean.
What
do ya
say
girls?”
“The
other
old ladies
all
cackled
in approval.
The
now
ancient
Mega
thought
wistfully
about
Craig
and
wished
she
could
still
have
him,
but felt
in
her
heart
that
he
would
never
stay
with a
woman
old enough
to be his
grandmother.
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As Angel comforted Ann. She came to a realization as she turned to the rest of the elderly
women in the room.
“I agree we need to learn how to live our lives now at this age, but as the head, or retired head, of
Kappa Delta, we need to realize that this might have been of our doing by the way we treated
those old women from here. Especially to that one woman who was a former KD. It was not very
sisterly of us and perhaps we deserve to be old and they deserve to be young for acting the way
we did.”
There was a long silence with only the sound of Annie’s sobbing and then all the elderly women
began to nod in agreement.
“You’re right dearie, we were wrong.” Agreed a sad Ashley.
“And I wish I hadn’t run away from Mom,” said a crying Annie. “She was right, I was too eager
to grow up. I should have been happy being 12!”
With those two revelations, the curse began to weave its magic once again.
Back at the KD House, Teri and Vera had woken up with the other four boys and were now
dressed in only thong panties and sexy bras. They were each lounging on the bed as one boy was
painting their finger nails and the other painting their toe nails.
“This is the life” signed Teri, the sexy 20 year old buxom platinum blonde.
“Tell me about it. I had forgotten how much fun being this age was!” giggled the sandy blonde
haired and well-endowed Vera.
At that moment they each began to feel a sudden chill building up inside of each of them.
“Oh, that feels strange! Who turned down the AC?” shivered Vera.
“I know what you mean, my nipples just got hard.” Shook Teri.
What they didn’t realize was that they were aging and reverting back to their original ages.
They were flying through their 20s and as they entered their 30s, their impressive busts began to
enlarge slight and begin to slightly sag, but it was hardly noticeable as they were wearing
underwire bras, but if you looked closely you could see their cleavage increase and some small
age spots and freckles popping up around their breasts.
Soon they were in their 40s. Grey hairs began creeping into their rich hair, but once again hardly
noticeable as they were both blonde. But now fine lines were deepening around their eyes and
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mouth and on their neck. But the boys were oblivious to the changes as reality was bent once
again.
Soon they were in their 50s and looking a bit matronly now as they hit their mid-50’s the chill
they were experiencing turned into hot flashes as they rapidly entered menopause and then left it
far behind.
“Oh, they felt vaguely familiar! Almost like going through the change!” remarked a tired looking
Teri.
“Don’t be silly dear, we’re way too young for that!”
This produced a few giggles, which in reality sounded like cackling old women as they entered
their 60s. Lines deepened even more as their beauty faded and wrinkles began appearing all over
their bodies.
The hands each one of the two boys were handling while painting their fingernails a bright red
color, first faded from their youthful, girlish appearance, to that of a mother’s showing wear, and
then into old age as the skin became translucent as veins could be now seen clearly and the
fingers became spindly and the joints swollen.
As the women aged into their late 70s, and then 80s, their hair was now completely white and
thinning as they reverted back to their old bodies and ages.
As each of the two boys painting their toe nails looked at each other (still seeing hot, young girls)
they nodded in agreement and began to give each of the an sensuous foot massage.
“Oh, that feels so good, young man!” moaned Teri.
“Don’t stop!” rattled Vera.
They never noticed that the cute, dainty, smooth and soft feet of a girl who had just left her
teenage years aged rapidly as they became the slightly worn feet of a professional dancer in her
30s, and then the tired and calloused feet of a mature woman in her 40s, and as they each grew
older, their feet lost the last of their youthfulness and became worn and weathered after decades
of wearing high heels. They were no longer the feet of a young girl who was a dancer just
starting her career to the old weathered feet of an elderly woman long past retirement age. Their
cute toes where now bent in and knarred as their heels were rough and calloused with bunions.
The bright red toe nails now looked silly on the two elderly women.
Each of the boys were now aroused and began to massage various parts of their now elderly
bodies, their tits barely being held in by the straining underwire bras of young girls. One of the
boys released Teri’s massive, sagging breasts and began sucking on them causing her to moan in
approval as she grabbed the back of his hair with her boney hand.
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The other boy moved from her feet up her leg and thigh and pulled down her now ridiculously
tight thong panties and began to lick her shriveled pussy causing Teri to arch her back in
approval, which caused the joints to pop and strain.
The other two boys took their cue as well as followed suit with Vera, who moaned in agreement.
Another orgy began to take place, but now it was more like a nursing home orgy than a sorority
one.
“OH GOD YES!!” screamed Bonnie as she climaxed again. She was riding on top of Matt hard,
but what Matt didn’t notice, nor Bonnie, was that the 18 year-old fiery red-haired beauty who
looked more like a 16 year old, had reverted back to her original age of 80. Her large sweatcovered
breasts
flopped
up
and
down and
around
like
deflated
pendulums.
Her
hair
now
snowy
white
and
thinning
as
her
body
had
lost
all
of its full
and
taught
curves
and
was
now worn
and
wrinkled.
“That
was
wonderful
my
child.”
Rattled
Bonnie.
“Wow,
I
never
knew
sex
could
be like this!”
panted
Matt.
“Oh,
that’s
just
the
end
of
lesson
number
4. Number
5 is on its
way.”
She
purred.
“Really?
How
many
lessons
are
there?”
he
asked
excitedly.
“Oh,
24 or
25. But
let’s
not
get
ahead
of ourselves.
I
need
to let
you
rest
for
a
moment
so we
can
begin
again.
Stay
right
there
little
boy,
Mama
will
be right
back.”
As
she
struggled
to get out
of bed,
Matt
reached
over
and
slapped
her
sagging
and
cellulite
covered
ass,
which jiggled
from
the
blow like
a
bowl
of
jello.
“Ow!
Aren’t
you
the saucy
one!”
squealed
Bonnie
as
she tried
to walk
slowly
and
sexily
to the
adjoining
bathroom,
which
looked more
like
the combination
of
a
shuffle
and
waddle
of
an
old
woman
rather
than
the sexy
walk
and gait
of a
young
girl.
Michael had arrived back at the KD house and explained what had happened to the old women
now at the nursing home.
“I don’t know what to do.” Said Michael.
“It’s ok Michael, I appreciate what you did. Let’s just sleep on it for tonight and approach the
problem with fresh eyes tomorrow.” Said Maggie.
“Ok. Sarah? Can I see you in private” winked Michael.
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“Sure!” said Sarah lightly like a schoolgirl.
They quickly went upstairs to Tiffany and Ashley’s old room where they had sex last night.
As they sat on the bed making out like a couple of teenagers, the curse began to revert Sarah, but
it did something different. Michael noticed.
As he pulled back from Sarah to catch his breath, he saw that there were a few grey strands of
hair in her rich black hair, and her face was looking a little more….mature. Like a woman in her
30s.
“Sarah!” exclaimed Michael.
“What? What is it?” asked Sarah concerned.
“You’re getting older.” Said hesitantly.
“Oh god no!” she exclaimed as she rushed to the mirror and noticed it herself. “Oh no, no, no,
no, no!” gasped Sarah. Michael walked over and sat her back down and pulled her hands away
from her face.
“Don’t look at me, Michael!” she cried.
“No, I want to watch. Listen, I love you Sarah, and I want to watch how you aged over the years.
Please.”
“Ok.” Slightly sobbed Sarah. He watched her face closely as it aged through her mid-30s into her
40s.
“I think you might be around 40 now.”
“I had been working in Africa at a convent-mission for more than 20 years by this point.”
Mumbled Sarah.
Sarah had been wearing a pair of tight jeans and a tight pink tank top with sandals, all of which
she had found in Tiffany’s closet. They were now getting tighter as her large breasts had
enlarged and were straining her teenage bra and tank top. Grey hair was now in larger strands
framing her face as the lines around her eyes and mouth deepened. As she hit 50, she was still a
strikingly beautiful woman, a sexy cougar is she had wanted to be one.
“50 now I think” said Michael, “And you’re still beautiful.”
Sarah brought her hand up to Michaels. “Thank you. I should have been the mother of adult
children by now and perhaps a new grandmother, but I was still a slave to the convent in Africa
and by this point in my life I had just given up any hope of knowing any other life.”
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“I’m so sorry.” Said Michael sincerely.
Soon she had raced through her 50s and Sarah felt the familiar feeling of menopause. She gasped
for a moment as the hot flash passed through her at age 58. ‘There, I can no longer have any
children.” She said sadly.
As she passed into her 60s her hair increasingly became more grey than black and the lines on
her face changed into deep wrinkles as her face became more gaunt. She began to take on the
wizened look of a mother superior or a grandmother. The teenage clothes looked ridiculous on
her now as the undersized pink tank top with the “Hello Kitty” emblem on it looked very out of
place. A muffin top now bulged out from under the tank top as the jeans became uncomfortably
tight.
She hit her 70s and then her 80s as her body began to shrivel up and lose mass as her back lost its
fight with time as she slowly began to lean forward from advanced age. Soon she was back to
her original age of 90. Her frail weathered hands were now slightly shaking from palsy in
Michael’s hands. She was now the familiar old woman he had known and taken care of. Her hair
now completely white and thinning, her eyes sunken in and they had lost their bright blue luster
as her once full lips were now thinning with small wisps of hair above them.
“It’s stopped, hasn’t it?” rattled the old woman.
“Yes. It has.” Said Michael amazed at what he had just witnessed.
“I’m so sorry Michael.” Her shaking hand went up to Michael’s face and stroked it. “Take me
back to the nursing home dear. And I think it would be best if we never saw each other again. It
would be…..too painful for me.”
“Nonsense!” said Michael as he grasped her hands gently. “We will get through this together. I
love you Sarah, and that hasn’t changed.”
“Oh you dear, sweet boy. You make this old woman feel things she shouldn’t feel.”
“We will figure this out. Together.” And with that he drew Sarah to his chest and held her tight
as he stroked her brittle, white hair, comforting her.
After a while he thought about it and then came to a decision. He leaned in and kissed Sarah
deepely. She pulled back.
“What are you doing?” she gasped.
“Showing you that I still love you.”
“But I’m old enough to be your great-grandmother now!” Sarah said sadly.
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Michael smiled. “Well c’mon grandma, I want you to have a senior moment with me!” And
with that he began to peel off her much too tight and youthful clothing and underwear.
Back at the Shady Rest Nursing Home, 98 year-old Tiffany was being wheeled to the hygiene
area where she was going to be given a sponge bath by DJ, the orderly on duty. DJ was silently
cursing Michael, who as supposed to be on duty right now. This was more his baily wick and not
his. Old women disgusted him and noting was worse than giving one a sponge bath. But that was
what his job was, so he just had to suck it up.
He locked the wheelchair in place and then put his hands around Tiffany’s right arm.
“Ok dear, let’s get up and sit in this chair.” He lifted her up as her legs shacked and she toke one
shuffled step over to the white plastic bathing chair sitting on the tile floor with a drain. She was
wearing nothing but a hospital gown that opened in the back. As Tiffany sat down on the plastic
chair she winced.
“Oh, that’s cold!” she complained.
“Don’t worry dear, the water will be warm.” Said DJ as he pulled her gown off, leaving the frail
old woman sitting on the chair nude, which startled her. Her once 19 year-old athletic, lean
cheerleader’s taught body was now shapeless, cellulite filled with her once magnificent perky,
large breasts were empty sacks. Her once enticing and trim bush of blond hair was now an
overgrown bush of white hair hiding her now unappealing vagina.
The once tone, tan, and sexy legs were just weathered toothpicks now as her once firm and
rounded ass was just a large cushion of dimpled flesh.
“I’m sorry young man, but this is new to me. What’s your name?”
“DJ, and don’t you worry Ms. Olsen, I will take good care of you.”
“Call me Tiffany young man, or does that sound out of place for a woman my age?”
“No, sure, uh, ok, ‘Tiffany.’ Just relax.”
DJ began to wipe her elderly body down with the large warm, wet sponge.
“I remember when this would have been sexy” mumbled Tiffany to herself.
“What was that?” asked DJ.
“Oh, nothing young man. Just an old woman reminiscing.”
DJ was trying hard not to be disgusted, but it was hard to do. This is when the curse began
having its effects.
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Tiffany suddenly felt a warmth run through her frail body as the years began to fall away. It was
hardly noticeable at first as she regressed back through her 90s. DJ was slowly washing her arms
and hands, dreading going to her body.
Soon she was regressing back through her 80s as Tiffany was able to sit up a little straighter, but
the change was still not very noticeable.
Falling back through her 70s, and then 60s. Some signs of blonde color was beginning to show
themselves in her hair, which was pulled back into a tight bun more fashionable for a woman of
such advanced years. As she re-entered her 50s, things started to change more apparently. She
began to squirm in her chair as she went through a reverse menopause and her hair started to
become more of an even mix of blonde and grey, her face toning up, as was the rest of her body.
Her large deflated breasts began to rise as if an air pump was re-inflating them. DJ began to
notice this a bot as he moved to washing and wiping down her chest. She was looking pretty
good for an old lady he thought.
Soon she was rushing back through her 40s as her breasts continued to rise and inflate and regain
their form. Her hair was now more blonde than grey as she began to feel her flabby ass also reinflate
as
it
firmed
up and
rounded.
She
was
now a
hot middle-aged
MILF.
Soon
she
re-entered
her
30s and
her
long
legs
began
to regain
their
tone
and
sensual
shape
as
she
now looked
like
a
young
businesswoman.
The
sponge
bath
began
to arouse
Tiffany
as
it
did DJ.
He
couldn’t
believe
it,
but this
old
woman
was
getting
younger!
He
was
convinced
it
was
his
doing
and
there
must
be
something
magical
in
the water
and
he
wasn’t
going
to stop.
She
was
looking
like
a
real
babe
now!
He
began
to kneed
her
breasts
with his
hands
and
sponge
as
she moaned
in approval.
She
was
still
unaware
of their
changes
within
herself.
“Ohhhhh,
your
making
this
old
woman
very
aroused
young
man….don’t
stop,
please!”
DJ
obliged
as
he
continued
to wash
away
the years
as
he
moved from
her
breasts
down to her
now
taught
and
firm
stomach
as
she re-entered
her
20s down
to her
now
very
wet
and horny
pussy.
She
took a sharp
breath
as he
began
to caress
her
clit.
“Oh
God!”
she
said
in
a
girlish
voice
as
she bit her
lip. Soon
she
was
her
19
year
old self
again
and
her
large
36 D-Cup
breasts
were
defying
gravity
and
standing
proudly
on
her
chest
as
the
rest
of her
sexy
body
had
regained
its
tight
athletic
tone and
curves
of a
teenage
girl.
Tiffany
finally
gave
in. “To
hell
with it,
I
don’t
care
if I
break
a
hip!”
she
lunged
at
DJ
as
he
fell
back
onto the
floor
as
Tiffany
began
to ravage
him
with her
wet,
nubile
body
as
she
ripped
his
clothes
off
and
began
to have
frantic
sex
with the
now very
pleased
orderly.
The front desk orderly heard a great deal of screaming and cheering as he ran down the hall to
the rec room. He was stunned to find a bunch of young girls dressed in old woman’s clothing
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tossing their canes and walkers and some jumping from their wheelchairs in delight and
celebration. There was even one young blonde girl who looked like she had just gotten out of the
shower and was dressed in nothing but a revealing hospital gown.
“We’re young again! We’re young again!” yelled Cindy with joy.
The orderly then spied one girl who looked no older than 12 wearing a way too big dress that
was falling off her young body as she had stepped out of the large shoes as her support hose
collapsed to the floor along with a large white wire support bra. She looked like a kid playing
dress up. But she was jumping up and down cheering too.
“C’mon girls! Let’s get out of here!” yelled Angel as the girls all ran out, with Annie struggling
to keep up having to roll up the hem od the dress a lot just to be able to walk as it had already
fallen off her right shoulder. As she stepped out the large white granny panties and girdle fell to
the floor from underneath the dress and she stepped out of them and smiled at the orderly before
taking off. “Don’t think I’ll need those for a while!” she laughed girlishly as she ran after her
sister.
Back at the Kappa Delta House the former girls had all aged back and at the same time the
women in the nursing home realized they had regained their youth, the girls at the KD house
realized they had aged back to their original ages.
The four boys who had been having an orgy with Teri and Vera suddenly found themselves
giving oral sex to two grandmothers, causing them to scream and rush to the bathroom to throw
up. Teri and Vera were greatly disappointed, but then began to laugh as they enjoyed the fact that
they had relived their youth, even if it was just for a little while.
Maggie had aged back while sitting in the living room with Craig and he had witnessed the
whole transformation and Maggie (now Marge again) had given him the whole story.
Suddenly the front door burst open and in stormed the girls dressed strangely, but Marge
recognized the clothing right away.
“I know, I know.” Rattled Marge. “Get the hell out of your house. I get it. Just give us a minute
to get ourselves together.”
Angel looked at Marge tenderly and stopped her/ “Wait a minute, Ma’am. What did you say your
name was again?”
“Marge.”
Annie walked slowly over to the old woman. “Maggie?” she asked confused.
“Yes child, it’s me.” Said Marge as she touched the young child’s face lovingly.
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“Marge, we all want to say how sorry we were to have treated you the way we did. To all of you.
It was wrong. You and the others are welcome here any time you want.”
Marge was touched by the apology. She could tell it was sincere and not done out of fear that
things might reverse again. “Thank you Angel. But I think we need to act our age now and
accept life as it is. But thank you. Thank you all.” Marge said softly. “KD’s forever.” She said to
Angel.
“Kd’s forever.” Replied Angel with a smile as she walked over and embraced the old woman.
This happened just as Teri and Vera appeared wearing nothing but robes. Bonnie then appeared
from the other side of the room shuffling over wearing a much too tight dress for her age. “What
did we miss?” rattled Teri.
“Oh nothing.” Said Marge as she wiped away a tear.
At that moment Megan spied Craig across the room. She ran over and jumped into his arms and
kissed him. Craig looked at her a bit confused. “Megan?”
“Yes, silly, it’s me! Of course, you never knew me when I was young, did you? Think you can
handle it?” she said in a sexy tone.
“Oh, I’ll manage.” Smiled Craig as he kissed her back deeply as he felt her huge perky breasts
press against him,, the nipples feeling hard.
“Well, we better get back to the home ladies.” Said Marge as she looked around. “What a
minute. Where’s Sarah?”
Michael cradled the elderly nude Sarah in his arms. They had just finished having sex and Sarah
was still basking in the afterglow. Michael was surprised at how much he had enjoyed it and that
he had even forgotten for a while that he was making love to a woman more almost four times as
old as he was.
Sarah hesitantly looked over at Michael and finally asked the question she was avaoiding.
“Michael?” she asked in a low guttural tone, “What happens now?”
Michael squeezed her lovingly.
“Now I take you home to live with me.”
“Whaaaat? Really?”
“I told you. I love you and I want to spend as much time with you as we can have.”
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“But what will people think? I mean, what will your mother and grandmother think? I’m older
than both of them! People won’t understand.”
“I don’t care what other people think Sarah. I love you and I want to marry you. Never thought I
would be involved in a May-December romance, but there it is.”
“It’s more like a January-December romance Michael.”
“Don’t care.” Michael sat up and looked at Sarah deeply.
“Sarah O’Reilly, will you marry me?”
Sarah looked lovingly into Michael’s eyes. She knew this was wrong, but how could love be
wrong? What should she do? She then decided to just let her feelings point the way.
“Yes, Michael. I will marry you.” Rattled the old woman lovingly.
Right at that very moment the curse made its final act of justice and mercy. Like a lightning bolt
that fell out of the sky, it struck Sarah hard. She was instantly reverted back into an 18 year old
girl again. “Sarah!” shouted Michael. “You’re young again!”
Sarah screamed in delight as she jumped out of bed nude and ran to the mirror where she saw the
reflection of a very sexy, young 18 year old girl with the prefect curves and magnificent breasts.
She could easily pass for Miss Ireland, or hell, even Miss Universe. She turned and threw herself
into Michael’s waiting arms.
“Yes, Michael, yes! Yes! I will marry you!”
At the same time the bolt of lightning hit Sarah, it hit the rest of the women too. Instantly it
regressed all the women in years, but this time they were ALL 18 years old. Teri and Vera were
now two years younger than they were and Marge, or rather Maggie now, had gone back past the
age of 25 to 18 and Bonnie reverted to 18 again too.
“Holy shit!” yelled Maggie.
“Holy shit!” yelled Angel.
Teri, Vera, and Bonnie began jumping up and down. “We’re young again!” they shouted with
glee. Somehow they all knew deep inside that this time the changes were permanent. They
would now begin to age normally once again.
Angel walked over to Maggie. “Girls, how would you all like to become members of Kappa
Delta and live here?”
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All of the girls squealed in delight and agreed, both the new and the “old” members of Kappa
Delta.
“We will need to get you all enrolled here at the college and you can start your lives over as
freshman, but perhaps you can show some of your wisdom with us as well.”
“That’s a deal,” smiled Bonnie.
“Ok girls, let’s all get squared away. I will make room assignments within the hour. In the
meantime, we need to change into something more “age appropriate” and I want each of you
girls to adopt one of the new girls and help them with getting some temporary clothes ans such
and we will all go shopping later today.”
And with that that all began to scatter. Maggie then saw Sarah and Michael walk into the room
hand-in-hand.
“Michael has asked me to marry him and I said yes.” Smiled Sarah.
Maggie smiled. “I would say you are too young to get married, but I know that’s a crock of shit!
Congratulations you two.”
“Thanks. What about you and the rest of the ‘girls’?”
“We’ve found a home here with the rest of the sorority. We’ll be just fine.”
Michael and Sarah began to walk out the door to head to Michael’s house. Sarah quickly turned.
“I’ll be back and talk to you all soon about marriage plans.” And with that they were gone.
Maggie basked in the glow of it all for a moment when she felt a tug on her sleeve. It was Annie.
“Maggie. What about us?” said the young girl with a look of anticipation.
“Well, I’m afraid you’re too young for us to get into a relationship, but I am now only six years
older than you, so perhaps when you turn 16 we can talk about it. In the meantime, let’s just keep
this as our little secret, ok?”
“Will you wait for me?”
“Of course sweetie.”
“Thanks for helping me understand who I am too.”
“You’re welcome squirt.” Smiled Maggie.
“Don’t call me that, call me Annie….no, I want you to call me ‘Ann’ from now on, ok?”
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“You got it ‘Ann.’ Trust me when I tell you four years will fly by in no time. Just enjoy yourself
for now.”
“Trust me, I will!” smiled Ann. Her crush on Maggie was huge and she just knew that one day
they would be together again.
THE END
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By Merlin
Marge Saunders and Sarah O’Reilly had watched the construction of the new building intently
over the six months it took to erect the stylish two-story building. The front porch of the Shady
Rest Retirement Home for Women wrapped around the Victorian building and allowed them a
perfect view.
It had taken almost a year to get the proper permits for the building as the land had been rumored
to have been the site of an old Indian burial ground. But as no evidence existed to that fact, the
building commission had no choice but to allow the permit. Little did they know that the
contractor had found some old bones when clearing the site, but quietly carried them off and
threw them away. It was some time before the only next door neighbors to the new building
would find out exactly what would go up. Many had hoped it would be a movie theatre, or
perhaps a nice grocery store. But they were finally notified that was going up was a Greek
residence house for the Kappa Delta Sorority.
The local university was only a few block away and this was the perfect location for the new
sorority house. The house would hold approximately 20 college girls, ironically, the same
number of elderly women that lived next door.
Even more ironic was the fact that Maggie had been a “KD” back in 1933, when she was a
young 18 year old college girl. Maggie had been a wild girl in the 30’s and was a USO dancer
during World War II. She would eventually marry a young Marine back from the war and live a
great, full, life. Her husband Harold passed away 15 years earlier and they had not had any
children. She moved into the Shady Rest home 10 years earlier and enjoyed her golden years, but
still dreamed of the days of her youth. People just didn’t understand that while she looked and
felt old, her mind still could remember what it was like to be young.
Sarah had not the luxury of being in a sorority, or much else. At the tender age of 16 her father, a
strict and devout Irish Catholic, forced her into a convent where she was forced into becoming a
Nun in Ireland. By the age of 17 she was sent to Africa to work a remote mission in the Congo,
and there she labored as her life passed her by. She grew into a beautiful, radiant woman, but
quickly aged due to the excessive heat and hard work. No one ever saw her beauty, and she never
got to experience love or passion. She stayed in the jungles of Africa until she retired from being
a Nun at age 80. The church put her up in this retirement home and there she had lived the past
10 years. Maggie had befriended Sarah, who always seemed sad, as if she felt that life
completely passed her by. At 90 years of age, the same as Maggie, she was actually still a virgin,
but she had given up any thoughts of finding love or sex for more than 40 years.
Over the next few weeks, Maggie, Sarah, and the other elderly women of Shady Rest would
watch as the sorority moved into their new house.
Angel O’Connell was proud of her accomplishments. As the current president of the Kappa
Delta sorority, she was taking all the credit for the new sorority house. At 20 years of age, she
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seemed to have it all. She was an incredibly beautiful young woman with short, dark raven hair
and deep blue eyes. She had naturally tan skin with gravity defying 36C breasts and long sexy
legs. She also had a 4.0 grade point average and her future was incredibly bright.
She led the fight to get the building permits and she flirted with the zoning commissioner to
grant the access to that property for a sorority house. The old women next door had initially
objected to the building afraid of the noise, and then those stupid worries over Indians and
preservation of a historic site. Such nonsense! Didn’t they know that they were more important?
She had even helped the contractor get rid of the bones they found. Now the building was done
and it was beautiful!
As she directed to movement of her luggage and furniture – (she or none of the other girls would
ever move their own things, that’s what boys are for – and she knew how to push all the right
buttons on boys as did the other girls) – she waved and smiled her pretty smile at the two old
women watching them from their front porch.
“Angel! Like, wow! This is soooo kewl!” squealed Ashley. Ashley was an 18 year old pledge
who was moving into the house with the rest of the girls. She was also quite beautiful – those
were the only girls allowed into the KD’s! Ashley had auburn hair and pert 32B breasts and a
great ass, one that looked fantastic in a thong bikini.
“I know, isn’t the bomb?”
“Ewww, what are those old people doing? It’s sorta creepy them watching us like that.”
“Don’t worry, after all, they are all ‘old’ – so they won’t be around too much longer – if we’re
lucky!” The two girls giggled and ran inside to flirt with the boys some more and make sure they
were doing what they were told.
By Thursday afternoon, they were all moved in and had already made plans for a large Saturday
night party as a house warming and they had invited all of the good looking jocks and fraternity
boys on campus.
“Let’s go over and say hello!” said Marge as she got her cane and shawl.
“Are you crazy? Why would we want to do that? Besides, they will never let us inside.”
“You forget, I was a KD myself when I was their age. Once a KD, always a KD, they will let us
in. Who knows, they might invite us to a party sometime!”
Sarah got her walker and began to shuffle along behind Marge. The arthritis in her hands began
to hurt as she moved along. All those years toiling in the African heat had not done her body any
good.
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Angel was making her list of potential conquests for that night the doorbell rang. Angel looked
around for some pledge to answer the door, but she had sent them all out with the other sisters to
begin getting decorations and drinks for the party coming up in a couple of days.
Angel opened the up the door and was confronted by two old women. “Can I help you ladies?”
she said as sweetly and insincerely as possible.
“Why yes, we live next door in the retirement home and we just wanted to come by and welcome
you to the neighborhood. By the way, I used to be a KD myself back in 1933!”
“Really? Well isn’t that special? Well thank you ladies for coming over, but I’m sorta busy right
now. Come back some other time and we can talk about the “good ole days,” eh?”
And with that, Angel slammed the door shut before Marge could say a word. The two of them
stood there for a moment in stunned silence when a couple of the young sorority girls rushed by
them into the house, laughing as they went and looking at them strangely. “Who are the two
fossils on the porch?” they could hear one say. Then they heard Angel from inside the house
“Just a couple of old geezers looking for sympathy.”
Marge fumed as she turned and began shuffling off the porch with Sarah right behind. As she
stepped off the porch she exploded. “Those young girls think they have it all? They have no idea
what’s in store for them! I wish they could know what it’s like to be old, I’ll tell you that, I just
wish!”
Unbeknownst to Marge or Sarah, they were standing right on top of an undiscovered grave, that
of a very powerful shaman. And with Marge’s words came a quick but noticeable earthquake
that almost knocked the two old women over. Little did Marge know how prophetic her words
were going to be.
That night the girls of Kappa Delta decided that on Friday night they would have a pajama party.
They would all dress up in their sexiest lingerie and watch ‘hunk’ films and eat junk food. It
would be the girls night before the party night for the house warming. As they went to bed in
their new sorority house, they had no idea what was to befall them, nor did the women next door.
As they all slept, a strange mist rose from the ground around the KD’s house and filtered into
their rooms, and then it wafted over to the rest home and filtered in there as well.
The old women slept well, while the young 18 to 21 year old girls next door tossed and turned all
night, feeling uncomfortable in their own bodies as it were. All of them were going through a
transformation. The spirit of the shaman was walking the night and as his spirit moved through
the KD’s house, it paused at Angel’s room as it hovered over her sleeping body.
Angel slept in the nude and as her sexy body tossed and turned, the shaman weaved his spell.
This impudent girl had desecrated his grave and the graves of his people, and the girls in her
charge were spoiled and just as much to blame. Therefore they would all pay. The girls of the
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Kappa Delta house would age 25 years on this night and then their ages would double the next
night in a final act of vengeance. Once more, they would not notice the effect of their aging until
Midnight Saturday night.
But the shaman’s spirit was not completely malicious and he felt the pain of the women next
door, therefore his spell would transfer those years from them to the girls of KD. As they got
older, the women of Shady Rest would get younger. But the same caveat applied. They would
not know of their changed until the same stroke of midnight Saturday night.
As he cast his spell, thunder sounded and then he was gone.
As Angel’s alarm clock sounded, she struggled to reach over and turn it off. As she sat up in bed,
she still felt exhausted, as if she had not gotten any sleep that night. She stood up and stretched
and then walked into her private bathroom. She stopped to exam herself in the full-length mirror.
She was so sexy and she knew it and loved to make playboy playmate poses in the mirror. It
turned her on to think of being a playmate and having millions of men wacking off to her
pictures. What she didn’t realize was that while she saw nothing wrong with the image reflected
back to her, anyone else would have seen a 45 year-old middle-aged woman doing these poses.
Her short raven hair was now streaked with gray making it more of a salt-and-pepper look. Deep
lines were now around and under her eyes and along the sides of her mouth and forehead. Her
impressive 36C breasts had enlarged just a bit and were now more of a teardrop shape instead of
the perky, full, gravity defying orbs they were the day before. Her sexy legs were also showing
the wears of time and her feet and hands showed veins more prominently, they looked like her
mother’s hands. In fact, she was actually now three years older than her own mother, but she
didn’t know it.
After posing nude for a few minutes, she smiled at herself and walked in to take a shower. After
she finished and began getting dressed, she couldn’t understand why some of her clothes didn’t
fit quite right. Her bra actually seemed a bit on the small side and she had to strain a bit to get the
clasp put together. “You girls aren’t still growing on me are you?” she laughed as she hefted her
heavy breasts into the black lace cups. “Not sure the boys could deal with that!”
She finished dressing, putting on a very tight t-shirt that rode above her belly button to reveal her
belly ring, and a tight pair of shorts with sandals. She checked herself out in the mirror once
again and was satisfied with what she saw. But her true reflection revealed a middle-aged woman
wearing clothes that were too revealing and much too young for a woman her age. While she was
still quite an attractive woman for 45, and would be completely desirable for a man her current
age and older, she looked pathetic dressing that way as if a mid-life crisis was influencing the
way she dressed.
As she walked out into the hallway, she ran into Ashley. “Hey Ashley, how’s it going
girlfriend?” Ashley smiled back, “Practically perfect! How do you like my new jeans?” Ashley
turned to pose and show off her magnificent ass. What any ordinary person would have seen was
that Ashley was now a 43 year-old woman. Her Auburn hair and gone prematurely gray almost
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all the way through, but the lines on her face were a bit kinder, but were still quite evident. More
importantly, her impressive ass had widened and softened quite a bit, and it took all of Ashley’s
strength to squeeze into her jeans that morning. She shrugged it off as shrinkage when she
washed them. She was also wearing a tight t-shirt that rode up enough to reveal a pooched-out
stomach that had once been as tight and flat as a washboard. Her 32B perky breasts had also
enlarged a bit more to 32C.
“They look rad, Ashley! You have such a killer bod!” giggled Angel. “So do you!” laughed
Ashley.
As they gathered downstairs for breakfast, it would have looked to the casual observer that a
house full of the sorority girl’s mothers were staying over, and wearing their daughter’s clothes.
The conversations also seemed out of place for the age of the women present. One beautiful redheaded
girl
named
Megan
had
been
a
21 year-old
senior.
She
was
now
a
46
year-old
woman
with
dulled
red
hair
with
large
grey
streaks
running
through
it
and
her
porcelain
skin
and
freckles
had
not
aged
well.
She
looked
like
a
“steel
magnolia”
at
this
point
in her
life.
A very
distinguished
looking
woman
for
her
age,
that
is,
if she
wasn’t
wearing
hot pants and
a
bikini
top
straining
to
hold
in
her
now
36D breasts
which
were
sagging
noticeably.
Then
there
was
Tiffany,
who went
from
19 to
44 years
of
age.
She
was
listening
to the
other
girls,
or rather
“ladies”
talk about
boys
while
she
chewed
and
blew
bubble
gum.
Pretty
common
for
a
19 year-old,
but a bit out
of place
for
a
44 year-old
woman
whose
blonde hair
was
now
fading
with a mixture
of gray
interwoven
in
it.
The
laugh
lines
around
her
mouth were
quite
deep,
giving
her
face
and
aged,
sad
look. She
was
also
wearing
clothes
that
looked pretty
ridiculous
on her
now
middle-aged
body.
As
the
women
sat
around
and
ate
breakfast
and chatted,
they
all
got
their
assignments
for
that
day
to get
ready
for
their
lingerie
party
that night.
School
wasn’t
starting
for
another
week
and
so
they
all
decided
to grab
their
sexy
bathing
suits
and
go
to the
beach
for
the
day.
Over at the Shady Rest Retirement Home, Marge, Sarah, and the other ladies were getting up to
eat breakfast. Sarah stood up and reached for her walker and made her way to the bathroom. As
they finally made it to the dining room, Marge sat down at a large table with Sarah and three
other ladies they were friends with, Vera, Terri, and Bonnie. Vera & Terri were former Ziegfield
girls from the 1930’s, while Bonnie was the youngest woman at the home at only 80 years of
age.
As the food cart came over, all of them looked up and smiled at Michael who delivered their
food. Michael was a young 25 year-old man who was a physical therapist working at the home
and helped out here and there. He enjoyed helping people and he enjoyed his work there. He was
also a ruggedly handsome man with dark hair and features. This did not go unnoticed by the
women, despite their age.
“Good morning, ladies! My, you all look radiant this morning. Have you been exercising? Or
perhaps you’ve been sampling the fountain of youth somewhere?” Michael was being polite of
course, but he did notice that they all did someone look different. It did seem that they did not
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look quite as old as usual. In fact, he looked at a now 50 year-old Bonnie and assumed she must
be the daughter of one of the ladies at the home visiting.
“Thank you, Michael. You’re such as sweet boy,” smiled Marge. Michael finished and walked
over to the next table.
“Oh if I was at least 50 years younger, I’d give him a run for his money!” smiled Marge.
“If you were 50 years younger, you would still be old enough to be his mother!” laughed Vera.
Sarah looked at Michael and sighed. All that did was make her sad to think of everything she
missed as a young woman and wished her life had been different. Had been her of her choosing.
What the women didn’t realize was that they were all younger. They were all now years younger,
but that put most of them still in their mid-60’s, with a couple like Bonnie who was 80 before,
now in their 50’s. It wasn’t as dramatic effect on them as the girls of Kappa Delta, but the curse
was not done quite yet.
The girls of Kappa Delta, or rather the women of Kappa Delta, arrived at the beach and staked
out a nice area with a view of the lifeguard stand. They all giggled and laughed as they laid out
their blankets and then began their ritual. They would all begin to wipe each other down with
lotion, very slowly and sexily on each other’s bodies, caressing them just enough to drive the
boys on the beach wild, especially the lifeguards.
Angle was wearing her white thong bikini which highlighted all of her impressive attributes and
looked incredible on her dark tan skin.
But what the lifeguards actually saw was a bit more disturbing. They saw 20 middle-aged
mothers wearing bathing suits that were much too young and revealing for women their age. And
while some of them were pretty hot for older women, they were still too old for them. The girls
couldn’t understand why no one was paying them much attention that day. In fact, Angel and
Tiffany both got annoyed when a couple of boys their own age kept calling them “Ma’am” as
they tried flirting with them.
After about an hour or so, they decided to call it a day. Besides, they were pretty tired, more so
than they had been in the past. Their energy levels just were not up to par it seemed. They all
attributed it to the move and headed back to the house to take a nice nap.
That night, a few of the fraternity boys from Delta Tau Delta snuck over to the KD’s house. They
heard they were going to be throwing one of their famous lingerie parties and they wanted to get
a peek. They snuck around to the side of the house and peered inside through the window. What
they saw confused them.
There were certainly women in the house dressed in lingerie, but it looked like the girls mothers.
“Damn! Where are all the KD’s at?”
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“I don’t know, these women must be their mothers or something.” They stood and watched for a
few minutes as the women giggled and laughed as the paraded around and walked sexily up and
down the room like they were runway models fashioning lingerie.
“Well that’s not something you see every day.”
“Yea, but they’re not bad looking for older women. Some of them are pretty hot. Haven’t you
seen that new show….what’s it called? It’s got Lois Lane in it?”
“Oh yea, ‘Desperate housewives’, my Mom watches that show all the time. You’re right, some
of them women are pretty hot, but they are a bit too old for me dude.”
About that time they heard a voice behind them. “Hello boys, see anything you like?” They
turned around to see Megan, who was dressed in a black lace teddy.
“Uh, no Ma’am, I mean, yes, Ma’am!” stuttered Craig.
Megan pressed her large breasts against Craig. “What’s with this ‘Ma’am’ stuff? Oh, perhaps
you want to be treated like a bad boy, huh? All right, come with Mommy and let me give you
your punishment!”
The other guys had taken off and ran, but Craig stayed. He was sort of turned on by this older
woman. Megan, on the other hand, was incredibly horny as she was going through menopause
and didn’t even know it. She thought she would role-play for this boy who looked to be a couple
years older than her. Little did she know that she actually was old enough to be his mother. As
she pushed him onto the back porch, she grabbed and kissed him. Craig was taken by surprise,
but really liked it. Soon they were ripping each other’s clothes off as they had very frantic sex. It
was almost as if Megan hadn’t had a man in years. Craig caressed and suckled on her large, soft
breasts and as he mounted her, she screamed in delight, her voice lower and more mature than it
was the day before. Her now grey streaked red hair had been pulled back revealing the sharp
outlines and lines on her face. As she climaxed, Craig did as well and she bit down on her lip as
it was the most intense orgasm she had ever had. As they lay there, Craig cradled the older
woman in his arms. He really enjoyed that, more than he thought he would. He guessed it was
true what they said about older women.
“So, is your daughter one of the KD’s?” he whispered as he snuggled into her breasts. Megan
smiled, thinking he was still role-playing.
“Yes, I have a daughter here, and she would like a young man like you too! Now come to
Mama.” She purred as she pulled him closer for another round.
The next morning, Angel struggled to turn off her alarm clock once again. She was exhausted!
They must have partied too hard last night, she thought, but she had actually not had but a couple
drinks, yet she felt so tired. Oh well, better get up! As she slowly walked over to the mirror for
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her morning ritual, she was actually shuffling. She started stretching and posing and winking at
herself again. But the reality was far worse and much harsher. The curse aged all the women in
the house to double their age from the day before. So since Angel was 45 year old the day
before, she was now an elderly 90 year-old woman.
The mirror revealed to anyone but Angel a very old woman. Her short raven hair was completely
white now and her face was a mass of wrinkles. She was actually stooped over from age and
bone loss, her large breasts now sagging completely and lying flat all the way to her stomach.
Her whole body was aged as her sexy legs were now unshapely with large knobby knees. Her
feet and hands were practically translucent and weathered with age. As she took a shower and
got dressed, she felt tired and it seemed to take her forever to get ready. She chose to wear a
revealing sun dress today with a short skirt. It took forever to get her large breasts into her bra,
and the white thong panties seemed to be a bit uncomfortable so she changed them out to a more
sensible pair.
As she shuffled out into the hallway, she was greeted by the girls of Kappa Delta, or rather, the
matronly women of Kappa Delta. It was as if the entire house had been transformed into a home
for elderly women over night. Angel ran into Ashley as she was trying to make her way down
the stairs slowly.
“Ashley! How are you doing this morning, dear?” The way the girls were speaking had changed.
While they did not realize they were old women, traces of age were seeping into their vocabulary
and worldly outlook.
“Oh you know, a few aches and pains from last night, but nothing I can’t handle sweetie.”
Ashley was wearing an overly tight dress that morning too. Her impressive ass had now widened
even more and also sagged completely in her teenage panties. At 83 years of age, she was not
getting around as easily as she used to.
The dining room and kitchen looked like a meeting of the centurion society. Megan looked
downright ancient at 92 years of age. Her hair had gone from a grey-streaked red to completely
white and thinning and her hands shook from palsy as she held the cup. Her hands were also
arthritic with knobbing joints. But her nails were painted a hot pink color, which used to
compliment her rich, red hair. Her face as drawn and her eyes sunken in as she gazed off
thinking about her fling with Craig last night.”
“Well someone looks like they enjoyed themselves last night! So Megan, are you going to let us
in on your latest conquest?” cackled Angel.
“Oh, he was a nice boy. Such a nice boy. Very polite and handsome.” Mumbled Megan, her
voice shaky, yet reflective.
An 88 year-old Tiffany walked into the room, her blond hair now snowy white. Her right hand
was on her lower back for support as she made her way to a chair and sat down slowly. “Sorry
I’m late girls, guess I just don’t get around like I used to!” she rattled. This produced a number of
elderly cackles from the rest of the sorority girls.
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“Well girls, “said Angel, “We’ve got a lot to do today to get ready for the party tonight. Wait a
minute. Jenn, could you please wake Cindy up, seems she’s fallen asleep in her chair.”
“What was that, Angel?” Jenn strained to hear. “Speak up, please, I don’t hear as good as I used
to, dearie!”
“I said, please wake Cindy up!” shouted Angel.
An elderly Jenn reached over and poked at the 90 year-old woman asleep in the chair next to her.
No one would have guessed that just last year Cindy had been Miss Teen USA. Now she was old
enough to be a great-grandmother.
“Huh, what? Did I miss something?” rattled the waking Cindy.
“Not yet, dear, just please pay attention, we’ve got a lot to do today.”
“I vote we all take a nap first!” rattled Jenn.
The other old women mumbled in return approvingly. Angel also felt tired and relented. “All
right ladies, we meet back here in one hour. Now feel free to nap or relax until then. Meeting
adjourned.”
At that, the elderly women of Kappa Delta made their way to their rooms for a nice nap.
Over at the Shady Rest Home, things were just as dramatic. Marge woke up feeling unusually
refreshed as she got out of bed and grabbed her cane and made her way to the bathroom. She had
on her frumpy large flannel nightgown and comfortable slippers on as she shuffled into the
bathroom. As she looked into the mirror, she wondered what had happened to that bright-eyed
girl from yesteryear. What she failed to realized was that bright-eyed girl was staring her right in
the face! Marge was no longer a 90-year-old woman, or even a 65 year-old woman as she was
yesterday, but now she was a young 25 year-old beautiful young woman. Her hair was now back
to its bright chestnut brown color, and her face was fresh, young and beautiful. Her body was
now taught, firm, and lean, and incredible sexy as Marge was a real beauty in her youth. But to
her, and the other ladies of the home, they all still looked and felt like old woman to each other
and themselves. At least until midnight, when their transformation would be revealed to them all.
Marge slowly got dressed and put on her large support bra, which was unnecessary for her now
young and pert 36C breasts. She then put on her support hose over her now very long and sexy
legs, and then a large, loose dress and flats on her feet. She grabbed her cane and slowly walked
slightly bent over from perceived age towards the dining hall. She ran into Sarah in the hallway,
who was making her way to the dining hall as well, at least as fast as she could with her walker.
But while Marge saw the same old Sarah, the reality was that Sarah was now a very young and
beautiful teenage girl of 18. The curse worked in a curious way as various amount of years were
subtracted from the ladies of the rest home, as the various girls of varying ages were aged to a
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varying degree based on their original age. So while Sarah had been the same age as Marge
originally, the curse saw fit to regress her slightly more the second night.
Sarah Blair was now a teenage beauty queen. No one knew just how beautiful she had been in
her youth. In fact, it was one of the reasons her father forced her into the convent was that he saw
just how unbelievably beautiful she was becoming and determined that in order to keep her out
of mischief and promiscuity, he would send her off to be a nun, which would teach her humility,
not realizing he was sending his daughter off on a life sentence of loneliness and obscurity.
Sarah was 18 again, and her once solid white and thinning hair was now its beautiful rich, raven
black color again. Stooped over her walker, no one could know that erect, Sarah was actually 5
foot 10 inches tall. She had very long and perfectly shaped, luscious legs and gravity defying 36
double C breasts with large areola’s and nipples. She had the perfect “bubble butt” as well along
with a very firm, taught and tan body. But she was also dressed in the clothes of an old woman
and had her long hair put up in a tight bun as it had always been in her old age, and she was bent
over her walking slowly pushing it along, her young teenage hands shaking from a perceived
palsy.
“Good morning Sarah.” Said Marge in a lower tone of voice slowly. “Good morning, dear,
“rattled Sarah in a strange mix of a youthful teenage voice trying to sound like an old woman’s.
As they made their way into the dining room, it was a strange sight indeed. The women, or rather
girls, in the dining room were all dressed and acting like elderly woman, but they all now ranged
in age from 18 to 25 years old.
As Michael came into the room, he stopped dead in his tracks. “What the hell?” he mumbled to
himself. “Ok, where are all the ladies who live her and who are all of you girls?” he said
seriously.
The ladies all laughed loudly in a sort of old woman’s cackle, but with young voices. They
thought he was just being nice like always. “You’re such as sweet boy, Michael!”
Michael thought for a moment, and then he realized what was happening. Those girls next door
at the sorority had just moved in and this must be one of their ways of playing a practical joke on
the staff. They obviously switched places with the old women, who must be next door at the
sorority house, and this was confirmed when he peeked outside the window and saw an old
woman, who must have been in her 90’s, wearing the clothes of a teenager walking into the
house. This was some sort of reverse day for those girls, and they must have gotten permission
from the director, who was away at a conference, as they could not have pulled something like
this off without his permission. So Michael decided to play along. Besides, these girls were hot
looking and who knows, he might get lucky!
“Ok, ‘ladies,’ let me go ahead and feed you.” Michael said as he began passing out the prepared
food. He finished up at Marge, Sarah, Vera, Terri, & Bonnie’s table. Bonnie looked so young
now. While she was now 18 again, she looked younger, perhaps as young as 16. Vera and Terri
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were both 20 now, and one could see why they had been Zeigfield girls. They had long dancers’
legs, taught, firm bodies and big tits. But they were all still acting ‘old.’
“So who must you be, Ma’am?” said Michael. Marge looked at him curiously, “Why it’s me,
Marge. Don’t you recognize me Michael?” Michael realized that they all were portraying a
specific woman in the home. That was too funny. “Sorry ‘Marge,’ I just didn’t recognize you
today, you seem different somehow, younger looking.” Marge blushed a bit. “Why thank you
young man! You just made an old woman’s day!”
Michael looked across at Sarah and his jaw just dropped. He had never seen such a beautiful
woman in his life. He walked over and put the food in front of her. “Uh, and you are….” Sarah
looked up and blushed as well, Michael was so handsome, and she wished that she could have
met someone like him 70 years ago. “Sarah, it’s me, Sarah.”
Michael picked up Sarah’s hand and kissed it lightly, “My pleasure, Sarah. If there is ever
anything I can do for you, please do not hesitate to ask.” Sarah felt all funny inside, a strange
sensation she had never really felt before, but oddly familiar from when she was a teenage girl.
“I guess I’ll see you at my therapy session after breakfast.” Swooned Sarah. “Until then,” winked
Michael.
Breakfast went by quickly as all sorts of confused thoughts went through Sarah’s mind. That
young boy could not possibly be interested in an old hag like me, she thought. But she had read
recently about some men who found elderly women attractive. That made her heart race at the
thought. But she knew she was simply fooling herself.
As she shuffled into the therapy room, she saw Michael waiting and smiling broadly. “Boy, they
are taking this to the extreme!” thought Michael, who wasn’t complaining. He actually had
always gotten turned on at the thought of these elderly women regressing to their youth. He
thought that would be too cool as they would be starved for sex and attention. So now here was
his chance to play out his own fantasy.
Sarah sat down on the special chair as Michael walked over and began to take off her support
hose. Normally, he went detached and fast with this, and Sarah had always enjoyed it, as it was
the only time a man had ever really touched her, but this time it was different. He was taking
them off slowly, and caressing her legs as he went. She began to get flushed at his touch and the
way he touched her. He walked around behind her as he reached around her body and across her
chest to hold her close to him. She felt his hands brush across her breasts, which made her catch
her breath at the sensation. Her body was filled with desire, something she was unfamiliar with,
and she didn’t think it was even possible at her age.
Michael was so turned on by this black haired girl’s body. Her legs were unbelievably sexy and
as he got behind her, he purposefully brushed across her breasts and felt her nipples go hard. He
was making a pass at her big time and it seemed she was responding, and she wasn’t asking him
to stop, so now it was time to make his move.
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Michael turned Sarah around slowly to face him. Sarah looked up at the young man’s eyes,
unaware that she was now actually almost 10 years younger than him, and waited. Michael bent
over and gently kissed Sarah on the lips. Sarah trembled with excitement as she was caught
completely unawares by this move. She forgot she was an old woman, forgot that he was young
enough to be her great-grandson, she didn’t want to think, she wanted to fulfill her deepest and
greatest wish, which was to be loved by a man, if only once, in her life. Now it seemed as if her
wish was coming true and she was not going to let it slip away. She put her arms around Michael
and pulled him in closer, still afraid he was going to pull away in disgust.
Michael knew she was giving him the green light when she kissed back and pulled him closer. It
was strange, she seemed so innocent and virginal, yet he thought that a girl this beautiful had to
be well-versed in sex. But if she was a virgin, then this would be even greater than he could have
hoped for.
Michael pulled away for a second and walked over to the door. Sarah was crushed and was about
to cry when she noticed that he locked the door and turned back around and began to get
undressed. “We wouldn’t want to be disturbed during our therapy session, now would we?” he
smiled. Sarah’s heart raced as she began to get undressed and then shyly looked at Michael and
said in an old woman’s trembling voice, “Please turn off the lights Michael.” Michael smiled and
walked over as he began to unbutton her matronly dress. “No, I want to savor every part of you,
Sarah.” And he undressed her slowly, kissing and caressing her constantly like a good attentive
lover. He was surprised and very turned on by the fact she was wearing old women’s
undergarments as well. Sarah’s mind was filled with desire as Michael swept her off her feet and
onto a waiting orthopedic bed. As she looked up at him she whispered, “Please be gentle, this is
my first time.” Michael was touched and also very turned on. She was a virgin!
They made love for more than an hour and when Sarah finally climaxed, she experienced
multiple orgasms, the first time she had experienced anything like that in her 90 years of living.
She wept tears of joy for the experience, but also some of sadness at the realization of what she
had lost out on for her entire life. When it was over, she embraced Michael in her arms and
cradled him. “Thank you, Michael. You made an old woman very happy.” Michael smiled and
that made him hard again, as he began fondling one of her breasts and said, “Well, let me make
an old woman happy again!” as he mounted her quickly once again, causing Sarah to squeal with
pleasure and delight.
Back at the KD sorority house the former girls had taken a long nap and had gotten up and
decorated the house for the party, excited by what the night would bring. The phone rang and an
elderly Cindy shuffled across the room to answer it. “Hang on dang it!” she mumbled to herself.
“Hello? Kappa Delta, how may I help ya?” she tried to say as spritely as she could. “Could ya
speak up there? I can’t hardly hear ya! Oh, Angel? Hold on. Angel! Telephone!”
Angel walked as fast as her tired, weathered legs could take her, which was not very fast. “Hurry
up before I die of old age!” smirked Cindy, not realizing just how true that phrase was. Angel
finally made it, but she felt exhausted.
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“Hello? This is Angel. No, it is. Mom? Mom is that you? Yes, it is me? No I don’t have a cold,
must be a bad connection. What was that? Annie? What do you mean she ran away again? Ok,
I’ll keep an eye out for her. I promise. Love you too Mom, bye.”
Angel hung up the phone and saw that Cindy had fallen asleep in the chair next to her again.
“Cindy! Wake up girl!”
“Whaa? Sorry, must have dozed off for a sec. Who was that?”
“It was my Mom. My little 12 year-old sister Annie ran away from home again. She might be
coming here, if she does we are to keep her here until Mom can come get her.”
“Well the party is supposed to start soon, Angel, but I will let the girls know to keep an eye out
for her. Well, we better get ready!” And with that Cindy tried to lift herself out of the chair but
then slumped back down. “Well maybe first I’ll just rest here for a minute.” And with that she
nodded off back to sleep.
Eventually the girls of the KD house were ready. This was meant to be a themed party and the
theme was a costume Great Gatsby party, so the girls were all going to dress as flappers from the
1920s. The boys were all supposed to come dressed in either wing-tip tuxedos or other 1920s
garb. Of course they were doing a mixer with the men of Delta Tau Delta, the best fraternity on
campus.
Just before the young men were to arrive as one large group there was a knock on the door.
Tiffany was the closest and answered. Standing there was a cute 12-year old wisp of a girl with
shoulder length chestnut brown hair and green eyes with a few freckles across her nose. She
seemed a little startled by the sight of an elderly white-haired woman dressed in a glittery fringed
mini dress which showed way too much skin for a woman her age. “Hello there young lady, how
can I help you?”
“Uh, I’m looking for my sister, Angel? Is she here?”
“Sure she is child, come on in.”
“Uh, thank you Ma’am.”
“Ma’am? Why aren’t you a polite young thing? But I am certainly not old enough to be called
‘Ma’am’ yet. Just call me Tiffany.”
“Uh, ok….Tiffany.”
“You can go up to her room, top of the stairs, first door on the right.”
“Thank you, Ma…I mean Tiffany.”
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As Annie began walking through the house, her small backpack slung around her shoulders, she
saw all the party decorations and a lot of elderly women dressed in those same style of old timey
clothes she had seen Tiffany wearing. She got up to the top of the stairs and knocked on Angels
door.
“Come in!” she heard what almost sounded like Angel, but different.
Annie walked into the room and closed the door behind her and immediately began to explain
herself as Angel was in her bathroom with the door closed.
“Angel, I’m sorry to bug you, but I need a place to crash for a few days. You know Mom, she
has been IMPOSSIBLE lately! I wanted her to take me shopping for my first training bra. I
mean, it’s a big deal. I mean, I know I don’t really have anything there yet to speak of, but all the
other girls my age has them and, you know, I don’t want to be left out, but she is being like a
total bitch about it, saying I am still too young, I that I want to grow up too fast, and well, like
she is kinda right ‘bout that, what’s wrong with wanting to be a little bit older? I mean, it’s not
like I am going to grow up overnight, it’s just a damn training bra!”
“Ok, calm down Annie. I already spoke to Mom. I understand, but you have to realize that to her
you are still her little girl. Look, after I talked to her on the phone I texted her and told her that
you could stay with me through the weekend and you would then go back home. Agreed?”
Annie, looked down at the floor as she brushed her bright red sneakers. “Ok. Thanks sis. I guess
I am just tired of being called a ‘tomboy’ all the time. I mean, yea I like to play sports and stuff,
but that doesn’t mean I don’t still like girly things.”
“I understand Annie, I really do. Trust me, you will grow up to be a beautiful woman one day, I
promise. Just don’t rush it. Enjoy things while you can.”
“Ok. Sis, you got a cold or something? You sound kind of strange.”
The bathroom door opened to reveal an elderly woman 90 year old woman dressed in her 1920s
costume that once again showed too much skin for a woman of her advanced years. “Ta-dah!”
she said as she flung her knarled hands in the air. Annie let out a small shriek.
“Who the hell are you, lady?! And what did you do with my sister?!!”
Angel looked confused by that statement as she began to shuffle over to Annie, who then bolted
around her and locked herself into Angel’s bathroom.
“What’s wrong with you, Annie? Did I mess up my make-up or something?” Angel strained to
look into the mirror, but all she saw was the vibrant, sexy young girl dressed just right for the
party. She had even put her raven hair into a cute period 1920s style.
“Go away! I’m not talking to you! Just my sister!”
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“Now stop this right now young lady! You come out of that bathroom this instant!”
“No!”
“Ok, have it your way. You stay up here and sulk. I don’t want you coming down and spoiling
my party. You stay here until the party is over and then we are going to have a long talk about all
of this!”
And with that Angel shuffled out the door, and then turned and locked the two-way deadbolt
lock from the outside so Annie couldn’t leave.
About this time the young men of Delta Tau Delta arrived at the Kappa Delta house. As they
walked in they were greeted by a large number of elderly cat calls and whistled from a bunch of
old woman dressed in flapper costumes. Craig, who was the president of the DTD’s looked back
at his guys and said “Just play along, this is some sort of sorority prank, the real girls will be here
later, I am sure.” The young men all nodded and smiled as they came in, each of the old women
picking a young man to escort around.
As Craig watched, a small, elderly woman with snow white hair shuffled up to him.
“Hello there handsome!” she rattled.
“Why hello there young lady, and how are we doing this evening?”
“Better now that you are here. Let’s go somewhere where we can sit and talk in private.”
As they made their way into a side room, they sat down on a love seat.
“I have been waiting all day just to see you.” She purred.
“Waiting to see me? Uh, do we know each other?”
The woman looked a little disappointed for a moment and then smiled. “Oh, you’re just having
fun with me, aren’t you?” she said as she held her boney hand in his. “I mean, after last night,
how could you forget me?”
Craig was puzzled. “Excuse me Ma’am, but I think you have got me mixed up with someone
else.”
“Ma’am? Oh, we are still playing that game? Ok, yes, I am the mother of one of the girls here.”
“You mean grandmother.”
“Oh, that’s a new twist. Ok, dearies, I can play along. Can you help an old woman with her bra?
Granny needs an itch scratched.”
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And with that she leaned in and kissed a shocked Craig on the mouth. As her elderly tongue
explored his, something inside of Craig clicked. He knew that game and this kiss was so familiar.
He pulled back quickly and looked into the fading eyes of the old woman before him.
“Megan?” he said shocked.
“Of course it’s me, Craig. Who did you think it was?”
“Wha….I mean how….how old are you?”
“I’m whatever age you want me to be sweetie. Last night you wanted me old enough to be your
mother, so I played along and it was worth it. If you want me to pretend to be your grandmother
now, I can do that too. Let’s say I’m 92 years old now. That old enough for ya sonny?”
As she leaned in to kiss him again he stopped her.
“No, I mean, but….but how old are you really?”
“I’m legal if that’s what worrying you.”
“No, how old?”
“I’m 21 silly. Same age as you.”
There was a moment of silence as Craig processed the information. He couldn’t believe it! This
old white-haired woman was the middle-aged sex cougar he had slept with last night, and yet,
she was actually only 21 years of age. That meant the rest of the old women he saw were all
actually young girls too! What the hell was going on?!
As he started to get up, Megan held his arm. “Please don’t leave me.” She said sadly. He looked
down at her as tears were welling up in her eyes. He had had a magical night last night with
Megan, and was hoping to hook up with her again tonight, and he had, only now she was old and
feeble. But it was still the same woman. He looked down at her with both pity and love as he sat
back down.
He took her frail body into his arms and he kissed her long and hard. He then picked her light
body up into his arms and carried her into her bedroom and closed the door. Perhaps he could
reverse this by making love to her, was it a test of love? Or was she going to die of old age by
tomorrow? He didn’t know the answer to any of those questions, but he was going to make love
to her because it seemed like the right thing to do.
He laid her on the bed and slowly began to undress her. Unlike last night when they made frantic
sex, this time they were making love. “Wait my love.” She whispered as she struggled to get up
and Craig helped her. She them stood in front of him and let her dress drop to the floor, revealing
the weathered body of an old crone, wearing the black lace thong and bra of a young girl and not
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an old woman. She first shimmied out of her panties, revealing a trim, white bush of hair and a
weathered vagina that had seen better days. She then tried to unclasp her bra, but her arthritic
hands betrayed her. “Could you help me?” she asked? Craig walked behind her and saw her
curvaceous hips barely holding up a dropping ass that was once the envy of every girl on campus
with cellulite filled upper legs and thinning calves. He unclasped her bra and let it fall to the
ground as he brushed back her white hair and kissed her on the back of the neck as he reached
around with his right hand and cupped one of her large sagging and limp breasts in one hand,
while his left hand reached around and began to finger her elderly pussy.
Megan moaned loudly in both delight and approval. She had never felt this way about anyone
before and she felt so incredibly horny around him, as if she had not had sex for year. In point of
fact, it had technically been almost 40 years since she had sex with him last or anyone else for
that matter.
Craig continued to finger her and kneed her breasts and nipple probing deeper and deeper until
she let out a short scream as she orgasmed. She then turned around to face him. “I want you
inside of me now, baby.” She whispered.
He laid her down on the bed and quickly undressed. His member was large and erect as he
slowly came down on top of her. As he entered her he thrusted hard and she quickly gasped as
she caught her breath. He then rolled the two of them over so she was on top, as he was afraid he
might crush or hurt her if he was on top. She approved as she sat up on top of him and began
gyrating slowly as sweat began to glisten off her nude, wrinkled body. Her feet, which had once
been young and sexy and still had the pink nail polish on them, where now veined, knarled with
toes bent in from arthritis, wrinkled and weathered, slid up and down his thigh as much as she
could while she felt him inside of her as she thrusted against him again and again. Her once
large, proud breasts and half-dollar sized areolas and erect nipples were now nothing but large
empty sacks flopping around as she moved until Craig lifted both of them up with his hands and
squeezed them as then he took turns putting the nipples in his mouth and suckled on them,
driving Megan wild with desire.
To Megan though, she was still the sexy young sorority girl and she knew she was in love with
this young man.
As the thrusting became more intense, Megan’s white hair became wet with sweat as did the rest
of her body. At the moment of orgasm, they both came together at the same, and she also
decided to continue role playing as she first screamed in ecstasy and then collapsed into his arms.
“Oh, that was so very special my love.” She panted out of breath. “You’ve made an old woman
very happy little boy.” And with that she gasped a bit as he pulled out of her and then he held her
tightly in his arms as she fell asleep.
The pounding of music could be heard downstairs as the party was in high gear.
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Next door at the nursing home, the women (now girls) were gathered in the rec room sitting
around the sofa’s reminiscing. Sarah seemed particularly distracted. “Penny for you thought
Sarah,” asked Bonnie. Bonnie’s elderly body had been replaced with that of an 18 year old firls
who looked 16. Her hair was now bright red as her green eyes sparkled. The old woman’s dress
was overly loose on her body, except one could now see the soft outline of her now proud and
erect 36 C-Cup breasts. She kept squirming in her seat as did the other ladies.
Sarah looked over. “What? Did you say something Bonnie?”
Bonnie laughed what she thought was an elderly cackle but was actually that of a young girl’s
giggle. “Are we having a senior moment, dear?”
That brought a number of other giggles from the “ladies.”
“I don’t know about you girls, but all of a sudden, my clothes just don’t fit me right anymore,
they are all so loose or too tight across the chest.” Said Terri as the now sexy 20 year old
platinum blonde with 26 Double-D Cup breasts as she kept trying to adjust her support bra and
dress.
“I know exactly what you mean dear, I am having a hard time too.” Bemoaned Vera, now a pixie
cute 20 year old young girl with 34 D-Cup breasts.
“Me too,” said Marge. “Perhaps we have all lost some weight or something. Bonnie, it’s your
turn.”
The ladies had all been playing cards as Bonnie turned. “Sorry, perhaps I could concentrate
better if it wasn’t for all that damn loud music next door!” I mean really? Those college girls
should be studying and not having wild parties all the time!”
“I don’t know Bonnie,” mused Teri, “a party would be a lot of fun right now. Better than playing
‘Go Fish.” As she threw her cards on the table.
“What? Crash a college party? At our age?” exclaimed Marge.
“Why not? Vera and I were Ziegfield girls once upon a time and could party with the best of
them. There was this one time with Howard Hughes that…..”
“Let’s not tell that story, dear.” Vera said as she put her hand on Teri’s arm. “But I do agree.
We’re not dead yet and let’s show those young things a thing or two and then perhaps next time
they will be more considerate of us.”
“Well, I must admit wanting to put that bitch in her place from earlier who dis-respected me! I
mean I thought once a KD always a KD!” said Marge angrily.
All the “women” nodded in agreement as they struggled to get on their feet with their canes and
walkers, which in reality they no longer needed and looked ridiculous with these now young
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women and teenaged girls as they began to sneak out of the home. Sarah had reservations, but
her mind was still occupied with thoughts of Michael. Perhaps he would be at that party? He
heart skipped a beat at that thought. She still wondered what a handsome young man like him
would want with a shriveled up old woman like her, but he had given her the greatest moment in
her long life and took her elderly virginity. If there was a chance he would be there she was
going to take it.
The party at the Kappa Delta house was kicking into high gear, well, at least as high as a house
full of geriatric grandmothers could. The young men of Delta Tau Delta were still playing along
and were convinced this was all part of the fun and that the sexy young sorority girls would soon
appear and take over from these old women who were pretending to be the young girls.
“I used to be Miss Teen America,” crocked Cindy as she tried to gyrate her body next to Mark,
but her body didn’t seem to want to cooperate as it seemed harder than usual to do her twerking.
It didn’t look sexy, but rather the slow combination of shuffling and arthritic joints. “Yea, maybe
in 1940.” Mumbled Mark as he played along. “Ouch, my hip!” squinted Cindy as she put one
hand on her lower back for support. “Perhaps we should sit down for a bit young man.” And with
that Mark helped the elderly woman to a chair.
The other girls were not fairing much better. “Don’t you think this music is too loud?” Tiffany
yelled to Ashley. “I don’t know, it does seem louder than normal, doesn’t it? Maybe we can play
something slower and softer?” Tiffany nodded in agreement. “Let me see if I can find Jenn, she’s
usually in charge of the music.” Tiffany wandered off to look for Jenn, while Ashley was leaning
on a chair for better support as Angel came over. “Having fun?” giggled Angel, which sounded
more like a cackle. “Sure, but it must be sooo late now, it must be past my bedtime.” Angel
looked at her watch, which seemed a bit blurry as she held the dial up close to her eyes, “Says
here that it’s only 8:00 o’clock!”
“Really? I could have sworn it was two in the morning!” said a surprised and exhausted Ashley.
“I would have thought an 18 year old freshman like yourself would have more energy than this
old senior here.” Smiled Angel. ”Now go find yourself a man and have your way with him!”
“Yes, Ma’am!” Ashley smiled and shuffled off towards the crowd of young men by the bar.
As the “women” from the nursing home arrived next door at the Kappa Delta house they looked
through the window and saw the party in full swing. They saw the same thing as the Kappa Delta
girls, a bunch of young girls partying with young men and the girls were all dressed in 1920s
flapper costumes.
“Well I be damned!” exclaimed Teri, “It’s a ‘Roaring 20s’ party! What do they know about the
roaring 20s?”
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“Exactly! They’re not even wearing their hair correctly or wearing those clothes right!” smirked
Vera.
“Well why don’t you show them what a couple of real Ziegfeld girls can do ladies? Let’s show
them how to cut a rug!” smiled Bonnie.
And with that the ladies shuffled their way to the front door and let themselves in. As they made
their way inside with their canes and walkers, the boys inside turned and stared in amazement.
There were five of the hottest girls they had ever seen, but they were all dressed as old women
and acting all bent over with canes and walkers. “Now I get it!” exclaimed Mark. “It’s a reverse
party! How cool is that?!” And with that the boys all abandoned the KD ‘women’ and
surrounded the girls acting like old ladies. Angel, Ashley, Tiffany and Jenn were stunned as were
the rest of the ’girls.’ The ‘women’ of the nursing home however were stunned as well, surprised
at how they were suddenly all getting hit on and smooth talked by these young studs.
Angel led the other ‘girls’ over to the party crashers. They still saw a bunch of old women and
could not understand why the men of DTD were fawning all over them.
“What the hell are you old biddies doing over here!” screamed Angel. “I thought we made
ourselves clear that we don’t want you here! Now why don’t you go back to your nursing home
and act your age and leave us alone!”
That was it for Marge. “Listen here young lady! If I was 50 years younger I would bitch-slap you
across this room!”
“If you were 50 years younger you’d still be old enough to be my mom!” yelled Ashley.
“Well I never!” gasped Bonnie.
“Yea, you probably never did,” smirked Jenn as she pointed her finger at Bonnie. “Now why
don’t you wander back before you break a hip, we don’t serve Ensure here.”
With that comment Terri had enough and she reached out and grabbed Jenn’s arm. That’s when
it happened. That’s when the curse took a strange turn. There was an electric shock that went
through Teri and Jenn and quickly spread to the other women and girls in the room and suddenly
the veil of reality was lifted.
Upstairs in Angel’s room, Annie had been sulking on the bed. She had tried to get out of the
room, but the deadbolt was locked, and the window was too high up for her to shimmy down to
the ground. Dressed in loose jeans and a tank top, her hair was pulled back into a ponytail. The
music downstairs was too loud for her to be heard over so she would just have to wait till Angel
came back up. Right at that moment an electric shock hit her as the same time it hit everyone
downstairs. She almost instantly doubled over in pain. “Oh god! Wha….wha….what’s
happening….to…me?!! she said as she fell to her knees. Her whole body seemed to be on fire as
her body began to rapidly age. Soon she aged from 12 to 13, then 14. Her chest was on fire as her
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nipples popped out erect and her once small areolas expanded and grew larger. Her small hands
grabbed her chest as she began to feel her chest expand like two water balloons.
She then fell onto her back as her hips began to expand as womanly curves began to appear on
her body, straining the waist of her once loose jeans. Annie quickly kicked off her too tight shoes
and tried to pull her pants off. Her tank top was already above her now taught stomach. The
struggle was not successful as the 16 year olds hips and expanding legs finally ripped the jeans
apart from her body, much to Annie’s relief. But now her pink girls panties with little hearts was
more like a thong now as they dug into her finally tearing apart as she hit 18 years of age. “Oh
god!” she moaned again, surprised at how your voice sounded as it was now a good octave
lower. She struggled to her feet as she stared into her sister’s full-length mirror amazed at what
she saw. There was a beautiful young woman of 21 looking back at her with long, tone sexy legs,
an hour-glass figure, a shapely bubble-butt and two proud and erect 36 C-Cup breasts pushing
the limits of her tank top, which was now tight and her “under boobs” exposed with erect nipples
pressing hard. Sweat glistened off her body and her brown hair now cascading down over her
shoulders. She could be a playboy cover model. “Is….is that…me?” as she took her now
womanly hands and long fingers and traced the outline of her gorgeous face and full lips. “I’m a
woman!” she whispered excitedly. She looked down and saw the full bush of hair that now
covered her slightly wet pussy as hormones were rushing through her giving her feelings she had
never experienced before. But sadly it was not over.
Suddenly she was hit again by another wave of hot flashes and electricity. “NO!
Not….not…again!” she moaned. This time she stayed standing up and held one hand for support
on the corner bed post. As she watched in amazement, she raced through her twenties into her
thirties as her features sharpened and her breasts enlarged a bit to double-d’s and began to lose
their gravity defying properties. She also began to notice the fine lines appearing around her
mouth and eyes as grey hairs began weaving their way into her brown hair as it seemed to lose
its luster. Soon she was 40, 41, 42, 43, 44 and finally 45 years of age. Her hair was now a mix of
grey and brown with deep crow’s feet and laugh lines. Her large breasts were now sagging
enough that the tank top could no longer hold them as the areolas and nipples were now exposed.
Her whole body seemed more worn, but on a whole she had aged well and her legs were still
long and toned, her bubble butt had expanded some and dropped just a bit, but there was still no
cellulite on her legs and her stomach was still fairly taught with just a bit of a ‘muffin top’. She
was now a very sexy middle-aged MILF and cougar, and she was now a good four years older
than her own mother. As she pulled off the too-small tank top in order to see the whole effect she
was stunned. “Why is this….oh, my voice!” she sounded even a little lower and coarser than she
did as a young woman. She sounded very much like an older adult woman. She sat down on the
bed and began to cry. Why the aging couldn’t have stopped when she was a young 21 year old
sexy beauty eluded her? Why? What was she going to do now?
Downstairs, the spell of reality had been broken. The girls of Kappa Delta saw the old women
from the nursing home suddenly transform into young, beautiful girls and the women of the
nursing home suddenly saw the girls of Kappa Delta grow old and elderly in an instant.
“What the hell?!” exclaimed Angel. “My voice! What’s wrong with my….AHHH!!” Angle
looked at her hands and screamed. They were the hands of an elderly woman. Soon all of the
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other ladies of Kappa Delta began screaming as they realized they were no longer young girls but
old women.
“Serves you right! I mean…what the…” said Marge amazed at how youthful her voice sounded.
She then noticed her hands were so smooth. So…YOUNG! And she felt so full of energy all of a
sudden. She then turned to see her friends and was stunned to see they were all young and
vibrant now as they realized they had been transformed as well.
Cindy was sobbing as she saw her wrinkled, trembling hands as she felt her wrinkled covered
and sagging face. “You! You stole our YOUTH! You bitches!” Cindy tried to lunge at the girls
but the pain in her hip made her stop and wince as she bent over in pain.
“Here ‘granny’, you could probably use this now.” Smirked Teri as she handed Cindy her
walker.
The young men however, couldn’t understand what was happening. Was this part of the act?
“You won’t get away with this!” yelled Tiffany, who shook her new cane at the girls that she just
got from Vera.
“Hmmmm… that gives me an idea.” Smiled Marge. She quickly walked over to the phone and
called the rest home. “Hello? Yes, I want to report that a group of your nursing home patients
have wandered off and are over here all confused. Could you send someone over to get them
right away? Thanks.”
“What did she say, Angel?” cackled Ashley.
“I don’t know….I can’t seem to hear as good as I used ta.”
Almost instantly a number of male orderlies from the nursing home pulled up in a large van and
got out. One of them was Michael. “Ok ladies, you’ve had your fun for the night, its time to get
you back to the home and get you to bed, it’s past your bedtimes!”
As they began to lead the women to the van they were protesting.
“What are you doing young man! I’m only 18! I’m too young to be going to a nursing home!”
yelled Ashley.
“I was Miss Teen America just last year!” cackled Cindy.
“These women did this to us!” protested Angel as they led her to the van as fast as her frail legs
would carry her until they finally had to put her in a wheelchair. “We’re young I tell you! We’re
girls! Not old women!”
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The orderlies simply ignored them as they put them in the van one by one. Sarah spotted Michael
and ran up to him. “Michael!” she beamed as she wrapped her arms around him. “Sarah! What
are you doing here and why are you dressed like that?”
“It’s a long story. Can you come back over here when you get off so we can talk?”
“Sure, I can be over here in about an hour. A sorority girl, huh? I wondered where you had come
from.”
“Well we can talk about that when you come back.”
“Looking forward to it, baby.” He smiled and then gave her a warm kiss before jumping in the
van and pulling away. Sarah’s heart pounded with excitement.
“Something going on we don’t know about?” asked Bonnie.
“I’ll explain later.” Sighed Sarah.
Teri was the first to speak up as soon as the van disappeared. “So boys, still want to party?”
The guys all looked at each other and then grinned and yelled. “Hell yeah!”
“Ok, just hand out down here for a bit while we go upstairs and change, k?”
The boys all nodded eagerly.
“Come on girls, let’s go see if we can find something more age appropriate to wear.” Teri
motioned and the other girls giggled as they followed her upstairs. Marge noticed Angel’s keys
on the table and scooped them up just in case, as they all headed up stairs.
Bonnie and Sarah, the two youngest at now 18 years of age, went into Tiffany and Ashley’s
room. They stopped and finally took a good look at themselves in the large mirror, still stunned.
Bonnie brought her hand up to her face and gently felt it amazed. “I’m a young girl again.” She
whispered. “You’re beautiful Bonnie” said Sarah as she looked at her friend. Bonnie blushed as
she swept a few strands of her bright flaming red hair out of her face. “How old do you think we
are now?” She asked.
“I think we must be teenagers again” said Bonnie. “17 or 18 years old. And speaking of
stunningly beautiful!” she said as she looked at Sarah. “Really? You think I’m pretty?”
“Are you kidding me? I can’t believe your father locked you away in a convent for all those
years. Well, you’ve got a second chance now.”
“Let’s hope” smiled Sarah.
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As the two girls began rummaging through Tiffany and Ashley’s dresser and closet they began to
pull out underwear, which was all frilly, lacy and very sexy from Victoria’s Secret. “Geez, young
girls wear things like this now?”
“We never had anything like this when I was young” whispered Sarah.
The two girls began getting undressed so they could try things on. Sarah sat on the bed and took
off her old woman’s loafers and then began to roll down her support hose revealing her long,
toned and very sexy legs. She then stood up and let her way too lose dress fall to the ground,
revealing a white girdle and large white support bra made for elderly women. And they were
both very loose as well as she didn’t even have to release the girdle but just shimmied out of it
and then released her old bra and let it drop to the floor followed by her granny panties. She them
stood up and looked sheepishly back into the mirror.
There stood a breath-taking 18 year old girl with long sexy legs, large and gravity-defying
double C-Cup breasts with black raven hair and deep blue eyes. Her bush was full and black. “I
can’t believe this is me.” She whispered to herself as she gazed upon her perfect body.
“Holy shit Sarah, you’re the most beautiful woman I have ever seen!” gasped Bonnie.
It was Sarah’s turn to blush as she looked over at Bonnie was now just as nude. She had a killer
body as well with an hourglass figure and a bright red bush to match her fiery red hair. Her
porcelain skin had freckled all over it and across the bridge of her nose as well that enhanced her
sparking green eyes. Her 36 C breasts were also erect and proud.
“Well, let’s see what fits.” Smiled Bonnie.
Sarah picked out a pair of black lace thong panties and a matching bra. She first pulled the
panties on, which gave her an interesting sensation. “Wow, these dig inside of you right away,
but it oddly feels good.” She posed topless in the mirror with them on.
“Looking sexy there Sarah.” Bonnie said as she pulled out a pair of matching red thong panties
and bra. “But once you go red, you never go back.” She smiled.
Sarah then put on the bra. It was a bit small, but it worked, showing a generous amount of
cleavage. Now what to wear. All of Tiffany’s dresses were very short Sarah thought. Sarah had
always been very conservative when it came to her appearance, but now she wanted to make sure
Michael noticed her. She finally decided on a small little black dress. She slipped it on and
zipped it up and it fit her body snuggly, accentuated all her womanly curves. It dipped low in the
front to continue highlighting her breasts and cleavage and it was short as well, with the hem
coming up to almost her thigh. She looked incredibly sexy. Interestingly, her legs were smooth
as if they had just been professionally shaved (as did all the other girls). She then found a pair of
black high heels, which she slipped on. She wasn’t used to wearing them so it took a few minutes
for her to keep her balance and get comfortable with them. She needed no make-up, nor has she
ever worn any in her life and she didn’t need it. She now looked amazing. She posed in the
mirror and then began to copy poses she saw in the magazines lying in the room.
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“Looking very sexy there Sarah!” smiled Bonnie. Sarah turned and saw Bonnie was now
dressed as well in a green hip-hugging dress with a similar short hem and deep plunging neck
line. “Those boys down there won’t know what hit them!”
“I’m not doing this for those boys downstairs. I am doing this for Michael.”
“Ok Sarah, what is going on? Talk to me.”
Sarah smiled and then told Bonnie about her and Michael’s love making last night and how she
had finally lost her virginity. “It was so fantastic. More than I could have dreamed of. But he did
act as if he didn’t know me and kept asking if I was Sarah’s granddaughter.”
“That was so sweet and wonderful. I am so happy for you Sarah.” Bonnie said as she wiped
away a tear. “What a minute. Come to think about it, a lot of folks were treating us differently
yesterday. Could we have perhaps already have turned young, but we just didn’t realize it yet?”
“That must be it!” exclaimed Sarah. ”Did you notice that Michael recognized me this evening
right away. That’s how I must have looked to him last night!”
“Well, you did have sex with a man who was technically young enough to be your greatgrandson.”
Giggled
Bonnie.
“Oh
God,
what
if
this wears
off
and
we
revert
back
to our old selves?
He
would never
love
an
old
woman like I
used
to be.”
“Don’t
think
about those
things
now Sarah.
If
things
do revert
back,
then think
of this
as
a
gift.
We’ve
already
lived
long
lives.
This
is a second
chance
at
life,
no matter
how
short,
so let’s
take
full
advantage
of
it while
we
can.
You
go
and
love
that man Sarah
for
just
as
long
as
you
can.”
Sarah
wiped
away
tear
herself
this
time
and
smiled
and
nodded.
“Well,
tell you
what
Sarah,
you
come
with me
downstairs
and
let’s
have
some
fun.
Just
until
Michael
comes.
I
will
make
sure
none
of
those
boys
molest
you,
but
I
intend
on molesting
some
of
those
boys!”
Bonnie
got
up and took Sarah’s
hand
and
led her
downstairs.
Marge got to the top of the stairs and saw a door with Angel’s name on it and a deadbolt lock.
This would be poetic justice using her room, Marge thought. She took the keys and found the
right one and unlocked the door and let herself inside.
As she closed the door behind her she heard a voice from the bathroom. “Angel? Is that you?
You’re not going to believe what just happened to me!” At that moment, a middle-aged woman
wearing nothing but a man’s button down light blue shirt she had found in her sisters closet. She
stopped in her tracks when she saw what appeared to be a young woman in her early to mid-20s
wearing an old woman’s dress standing there. “Who the hell are you?”
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Marge looked at the woman quizzically. I’m Marge, I mean Margaret, I mean, call me Maggie.
Who are you? You Angels mother?”
With that comment Annie burst into tears once again. Maggie rushed over to the woman and sat
her on the bed as she sat down beside her with her arm around the woman’s shoulder. “It’s ok
Miss, its ok.”
Annie looked up into the beautiful young woman’s face. “No, it’s not. I’m not Angel’s mother,
I’m her little 12 year old sister!”
Maggie looked shocked at the middle-aged woman with the grey and brown hair. “What?”
“I ran away from home earlier today and came here to see my sister and we got into this
argument and I said something about wishing I was older and that is what must have done it, and
at first I mean, I grew up into a really rockin’ babe, but then it hit me again and turned me into
THIS! Now I’m older than my own mom! And then when I got here there were all these old
women here, I don’t know what’s happening!”
Maggie took pity on the former girl and let her cry a bit and then told her about how all the girls
in the house had been turned old, though she did omit the fact of herself and her friends
becoming young again.
“Really? You mean my sister and all her friends are old women now?” she gasped.
“Yes sweetie. Really.”
Annie looked down at the floor. “What if this isn’t reversible? I mean, what if I am stuck like
this. I’ve never had a crush or even ever been kissed. I’m a middle-aged virgin!”
“There were no boys you were ever interested in?”
Annie paused and then looked up at Maggie. “Can you keep a secret?”
“Cross my heart sweetie.”
“Well, I never told anyone this, not even Angel, but……I like girls. I mean, I’ve always been a
tomboy, though I hate that name, but I like girly things too, I mean, girls just seemed so much
more….I mean, we are all so soft and stuff and the pretty girls always seemed to make me feel
something, but I can’t tell you what that is and I don’t know if there is something wrong with me
or….”
“Maggie put her finger up to Annie’s mouth. “Shhhh. There is nothing wrong with you Annie.
It’s perfectly natural. That’s just the way some of us built. Can you keep a secret too?”
“Uh-huh.”
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“I like girls too. But when I grew up, you could never let anybody know or it could get you into
big trouble. It’s not that way today Annie. It’s normal today, you have got nothing to be
ashamed or afraid of.”
“Really? And you like girls too?”
“I really do.” Smiled Maggie.
There was a long pause as Annie looked into Maggie’s eyes as she felt so aroused all of a
sudden. 45 years of hormones and perhaps the onset of menopause was making Annie incredibly
horny. She felt wet between her legs, but in a great way. Suddenly she just lunged forward and
kissed Maggie on the lips as she wrapped her arms around her. Maggie was a bit shocked and
surprised as she pulled away.
“What’s wrong?” whimpered Annie. “I thought you said you liked girls.”
“I do Annie, but….”
“It’s because I’m OLD, isn’t it!”
“No, no Annie. You’re a beautiful woman for your age, stunning actually. But you’re really only
12 years old. I can’t take advantage of you like that.”
“But I’m not 12 anymore, I am in my mid-forties now! I mean, what if I am stuck this way
forever! I’ve got to learn to live life as my mother’s older sister and not her little girl. My life is
over!”
Annie began to tear up again. Maggie looked at the woman tenderly. She was right, what if this
was permanent? She was no longer an old weathered and tired woman, but a young vibrant and
sexy woman. And Annie was no longer a confused 12 year old tomboy, but a grown, middleaged
beautiful
woman
now.
Maggie
reached
over
and
lifted
Annie’s
face
back
up
and
looked into her
eyes.
“You’re
right.”
And
with
that she
leaned
in
a kissed Annie
long
and
hard.
Annie
shuddered
with
excitement,
not
sure
what
to
do next
as she
was
suddenly
surprised
to feel
Maggie’s
tongue
inside
hers
probing
and
dancing
around
her
own
tongue.
It
excited
her
more
than anything
ever
had
before
and
that
warmth
and
wetness
in her
groin
increased.
It
had also
been
decades
since
Maggie
had
had
sex
herself
and
this
new
youthful
body
filled
her
with
desire
and
lust.
In
her
mind, Annie
was
still
decades
younger
than
she
was,
or once
was,
and
that
turned
her
on as
she always
loved mature
women.
But
even
though
it
had
been
decades,
she
was
still
extremely
experienced
as
opposed
to Annie.
Maggie
began
exploring
Annie’s
mature
body
as
she
continued
to frantically
make-out
with
her
like
a
couple
of
teenagers.
She
took one hand
and
reached
under
the
shirt
she
was
wearing
and
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discovered she was not wearing any underwear. She them felt one of Annie’s large breasts as she
fingered the nipple and then squeezed the breast. Annie moaned loudly at this. The feeling was
so incredible!
Maggie pulled back for a moment as they both caught their breath. Annie was still lying on the
bed with her legs dangling over the edge. Maggie stood up and let her old woman’s dress and
underwear fall to the ground revealing her young, sexy taught body and large youthful breasts
with her nipples pointed erect. Annie stared at Maggie for a moment. She had never seen a
grown woman naked before and it filled her with lust as she felt incredibly excited as she took it
all in.
“Like what you see baby?” smiled Maggie.
Annie simply nodded, too stunned to say anything.
“Well, it is time you learn what it means to be a woman.” Maggie giggled.
She reached down and ripped open the shirt Annie was wearing as Annie sat up and let it fall to
the floor, revealing her middle-aged body. “Do you think I’m pretty?” whispered sheepishly to
Maggie. “Honey, I think you are the most beautiful woman I have seen in years, and that’s
saying something.”
And with that Maggie led Annie back onto the bed and began to make love to her. She began
suckling on Annie’s soft mature breasts, which drove Annie mad with desire. She then at the
same time took her right hand and caressed her way down the small of her stomach through her
thick grey and brown bush, until she found the opening in her vagina as she slid her fingers
inside of Annie and found her clit.
Annie arched her back uncontrollably as she screamed, “Oh GOD! Oh GOD! That feels fucking
AMAZING!”
This turned Maggie on even more as she began to massage Annie’s clit and suckle even harder
on her breasts and slightly bite her nipples. Annie grabbed the iron frame of her sister’s bed and
gripped it hard as she continued to arch her back and moan loudly. She soon felt a pressure
building inside of her unlike anything she had ever felt before.
“OH GOD! OH GOD!! OH GOD!!! OH GOD!!!! YYYEEEESSSSS!!!! FUCKING YES!!!!
Annie’s grip on the bed frame was so tight it allowed her to lift her body up with an arched back
as she experienced multiple orgasms that washed over her body with an extreme feeling of
euphoria. With sweat glistening off her mature body she collapse in a heap as she let go of the
bedframe and panted in approval. Maggie smiled as she pulled her fingers out of Annie’s pussy,
and she laid her head on Annie’s large breasts. Annie began to stroke Maggie’s hair as she
caught her breath.
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“That was the most amazing thing I have ever felt in my life.” Sighed Annie. “I think I am going
to enjoy being a woman, even if I have to be this old. Thank you Maggie. I love you.”
Maggie was touched. This former little girl now middle-aged woman was having her first crush
at age 45. But then again, who is to say it is not love now that she is this age? Maggie smiled as
she lifted herself up.
“I love you too Annie.” And she leaned in a kissed Annie softly on the lips.
“Ok, now it’s my turn. Giggled Maggie. “Think you can do what I just did?”
Annie sat up and smiled back. “I can sure as hell try, but I may have to do it a few times before I
get it right.”
“Take all the time you need baby” smiled Maggie as Annie rolled her over and got on top and
they began making love once again.
The party downstairs was picking up steam. Teri and Vera had found some very sexy, tight, and
revealing outfits and were reliving their party years and showing the boys how it was done,
though their dance moves seemed fresh and new to the boys, even though it was a mix of the
‘Charleston’ and swing dancing. The boys were drooling watching them gyrate and dance
seductively when the music slowed down.
Bonnie had wasted no time both as she swished her shapely hips as she walked over to the bar
and looked at a young man named Matt and asked for a drink. He gulped as he took her all in.
“Sure, uh, you old enough to drink? You look like you’re only 16 or so.” She smiled demurely as
she patted Matt’s face. “Oh trust me. I’m old enough to drink….and old enough to do much more
too.” She purred. Matt simply nodded at the gorgeous redhead as he handed her a cocktail.
Sarah kept her distance and simply smiled at the boys as the party went on. A few of them tried
to hit on her, but truthfully, her staggering beauty was intimidating to most of them.
As Teri and Vera took turns dancing and kissing each of the boys and flirting with them
outrageously, and Bonnie had turned her attention to the handsome athletic 19 year old Matt, the
front door opened and Michael walked in. He looked around the room and then spied Sarah as
he quickly walked over to her and then touched her arm. Sarah turned around and squealed with
delight as she instantly threw herself into his arms. “Michael!”
Michael kissed her and then smiled as he looked her over. “Wow! You look incredible Sarah!”
Sarah blushed as she then shook herself into reality. “Michael, we need to talk.”
“Sure, can we go somewhere to do that?”
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Sarah thought for a moment and then smiled. “Yes, come with me.” She said as she grasped his
hand and led him upstairs to Tiffany and Ashley’s room. They walked inside and she led him to
Tiffany’s frilly pink bed. “Yours?” asked Michael. “Uh, no. This is want I need to talk to you
about.”
“Ok.”
Sarah took a deep breath. “Michael, I am really the Sarah you have caring for at the nursing
home, not her granddaughter.”
There was a moment of silence and then Michael burst out laughing. “That’s a good one Sarah!”
As he continued laughing he then paused as he saw Sarah’s expression, which was dead serious.
“You’re not kidding, are you? You really think that?”
“I know it’s hard to believe that only a couple days ago I was in my 90s and now I am 18 again,
but it’s true. Those girls downstairs are really Teri, Vera, and Bonnie, and Marge is around here
somewhere, it happened to them too.”
Michael let that seep in for a moment and then looked at Sarah seriously. “Ok, if you.re really
Sarah, I told her some things about myself that only she would know…..tell me about me.”
Sarah smiled. “Well, you have a dog named ‘Mike’ which I always thought was cute how you
sorta named him after yourself. You love your mother’s lasagna and chocolate chip cookies, you
read like I fiend, which I admire, and the last book you read was Steinbeck’s ‘Of Mice and Men,’
because I recommended it to you. You like German beer, baseball and not football, and you
always try to find the good side of people instead of the bad.”
Michael was stunned. He finally shook his head. “Sarah?” he asked as he looked hard into her
eyes finally seeing that familiar spark he always saw in the old woman.
“Yes, Michael. It really is me.”
“But, but….how?”
“I have no idea, but those old women you and your men picked up here earlier this evening?
Those are all the real sorority girls who lived here. Somehow they have aged decades while we
became young again.”
“Holy shit! Oh, sorry.”
“No, I think I might have said the same thing if I was you. Michael, listen, I don’t know if this is
permanent or if tomorrow we will all revert back to our original ages. I just know that I have
fallen in love with you. Not just from last night, but in the many months of us talking and getting
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to know each other. Last night was just the icing on the cake and it meant so much to me too. I
mean, I was…..I mean, I was….a virgin.”
“Really?!”
“Yes. You know my father sent me to a convent when I was just a girl and I never knew the love
of a man, and it was one of the biggest regrets of my life. You gave me that gift, and for that I
will always love you.”
Michael reached out and touched her face gently. “Sweetheart, last night meant something to me
too, and knowing who you really are actually makes me love you that much more. I used to
always secretly wish that we had met when you were young. I don’t know how long this is going
to last, but I don’t want to waste a single moment of it. I want us to be together.”
And with that he leaned in and kissed her deeply. She returned the kiss as they embraced as his
hand cupped and squeezed her breast. She smiled as they paused. “Well, young man. Now that
you know the truth, why don’t you show this old woman how much you love her?”
Michael smiled and proceeded to disrobe her while kissing and caressing her entire body. It
would be a long night of love-making.
The sun rose the next morning to a number of surprises. Teri and Vera had taken four of the
young men to a room upstairs and they had an orgy of mythic proportions. Bonnie had bedded
Matt and showed him that he really didn’t know anything about sex until last night as she had her
way with him.
As Maggie stirred in the bed she had shared with Annie, she rolled over to kiss the mature
woman and as she opened her eyes, she was shocked at what she saw. No longer was there a 45
year-old mature beauty, but a 92 year-old elderly woman with white hair and a face that was a
mass of wrinkles, still asleep.
“Annie! Annie! Wake-up!” she said as she shook the old woman.
Annie slowly opened her eyes and smiled as she saw the beautiful Maggie lying next to her, but
she was having a hard time getting her eyes to focus and her whole body felt achy and sore.
“Maggie….my voice! What’s wrong with my….voice?!” her sound was another octave lower
and very shaky. “Oh, god….my hands!” she saw her hands, which now had thinning and veined
skin as the joints were knobby and fingers spindly. Maggie was too stunned to react as Annie
slowly lifted herself up, which was not easy, and she saw her reflection in the mirror which was
slightly blurred but enough to let the enormity of what had happened sink in.
“Oh my god, I’ve aged into an old woman! I’m old enough to be my own grandmother!” she
began sobbing as she buried her head into her hands, which only increased the pain as she felt
her soft and sagging flesh and wrinkles on her face. Her once impressive breasts were now just
limp, large sacks laying limp on her body as the nipples rested on her soft belly.
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“We need to get you some help, Annie. Here let’s get you dressed first.” Said Maggie as calmly
as she could. Luckily she had her old clothes in this room as she slowly dressed the shocked and
saddened Annie first in her granny panties and girdle, then heavy support bra and support hose,
and then her dress, which fit her rather well. Luckily she was also the same shoe size as she put
her loafers on Annie. As Annie stood slowly up with Maggie’s help, Maggie found a hiking cane
in the corner and gave it to Annie who was now bent over from osteoporosis as she put one hand
on her back for support. They slowly began making their way downstairs, which was going to
take some time.
Downstairs in another room, Craig awoke to a peacefully sleeping elderly Megan. At one point
during the night once the reality spell had been broken, Megan had become aware of her actual
age and had freaked out. It took almost an hour of Craig comforting and holding her for her to
calm down. She couldn’t believe that Craig had stayed with her despite how she now looked. It
touched her deeply as he held her till she fell asleep. In his arms.
However, it was now morning and Craig knew he needed to find her some help as he woke
Megan up and explained his plan. “We need to find you some help right now. I think we should
go next door to the rest home. They know all about geriatrics and can perhaps figure out whats
wrong.”
She nodded in agreement as he helped her get dressed back in her 1920s dress. “I look ridiculous
in this outfit.”
“I think you look beautiful, Megan.”
Megan touched Craig’s face gently. “You’re such a sweet boy.” She said, hating how old her
voice sounded.
Craig and Megan ran into Maggie and Annie at the front door as well as Michael and Sarah and
it took a bit of explaining among everyone as to what was happening.
“Here, I’ve got my van just outside, let me take them over to the home to join the other ladies
and I will get them checked out ASAP.” Said Michael.
Everyone agreed as they helped the two elderly women into the van. “The rest of you stay here
for ow. I will be back and give you an update as soon as I can.”
And with that he gave Sarah a good-bye kiss and drove off.
“I guess we have just got to wait.” Sighed Craig.
Maggie looked around and then wondered aloud. “I wonder where the rest of the girls are?”
Michael arrived with the two elderly women and got additional orderlies to help them out and
put them in wheelchairs and took them to a waiting room where the rest of the former girls of
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Kappa Delta were also waiting. Michael got the head doctor to agree to examine them right
away, though he did not say anything about what had actually happened. He hoped that the
doctor would figure that out on his own as he figured he would sound like a crazy man if he tried
to explain it all.
The doctor examined each of the women, who kept insisting they were actually young women or
teenaged girls. Beyond this startling claim, he found them each in passable health for women
their age. Afterwards he met with Michael and some of the other staff.
“Well, we will have to wait for the blood tests to come back, but their overall health is stable.
The only strange thing is this fantasy that they are not really old women. I have consulted with
my colleague Dr. Patel, who is a phycologist, and we are in agreement that this is a combination
of Alzheimer’s and the power of suggestion. We will just need to keep an eye on them.”
Michael just nodded and kept his mouth shut. He needed to go back and consult with Sarah and
Maggie and see what they should do next.
Angel, Ashley, Tiffany, Cindy, Megan, and Annie were all now gathered in the rec room alone
after the examinations. Most were now wheelchair bound, though some like Ashley and Cindy,
could get around with walkers. The reality of their situation had finally started to settle in. There
was also another by-product of the curse beginning to kick-in, and that is their vocabulary began
to reflect their age now more and more as it came naturally and unconsciously. Angel, the
former 21 year-old beauty and now a 90 year-old crone tried to get the women’s attention.
“Ladies, “croaked Angel, “We have got to face the reality that we are now all old, elderly
women. Something or someone has stolen our youth and I’m afraid there might not be any way
to reverse this, so we need to try and find a way to accept it.”
“Accept it?! Accept it?!” cried the now 98 year-old Tiffany. “I’m only 18 years old for god sake!
And this morning I actually peed into these dang depends they put on me! How do I accept
that?”
“I’m having to use dentures now!” chimed in 83 year-old Ashley. “I’ve got all these aches and
pains now and that young whippersnapper of a doctor told me I’ve got arthritis! I can’t have
arthritis, I’m a cheerleader!”
“I feel the same way dear. And my eyes aren’t worth a damn now.” Said a sad 92 year-old
Megan who was now sporting some stylish purple bi-focals with a pearl chain that the nurses had
gotten her.
Cindy, the former Miss Teen America, was once again asleep in her wheelchair.
“Cindy! Cindy dear!” yelled Angel. “Wake up!”
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“Wha…?! Oh, I’m sorry girls. I jest can’t seem to get enough sleep anymore.” Sighed the now
92 year-old woman. “And call me ‘Cynthia’ now please dear. Cindy is the name of a young girl,
not the same of someone of my advanced years.”
“That’s very mature of you Cynthia.” Complimented Angel.
“I was pretty though, wasn’t I? I mean I was young a pretty once?” said a sad and reflective
Cynthia.
“Yes, you were dear, we all were. But we need to start learning how to act our age now or we
will drive ourselves into an early grave with all the stress.”
What was that you said?” rattled the old woman stooped over next to Tiffany. It was Annie,
Angel’s 12 year old little sister.
Just yesterday she had aged into a very mature and sexy 45 year old MILF who was still a virgin.
Then she had come to grips with her own sexuality and lost her virginity to a much younger
Maggie. Now she was pushing a hard 92 and there was nothing left of the once young tomboy of
a girl on the cusp of puberty.
“Act my age? I’m only 12 years old!”
“Not anymore Ann. The doctor that examined you said you are spry and in surprisingly good
health for an elderly woman of 92. In fact, you’re older than me now, which makes you now the
older sister.”
“92? How did I get so old?” rattled Annie. As she sobbed to herself at the thought of her lost
youth hoping senility would soon take hold.
Angel wheeled herself over to Annie and took her weathered hands in hers. “I’m sorry Ann. This
should have never have happened to you. There, there, dear. We’ve still got to call Mom and
explain this to her.”
Annie looked up sadly, “Explain what? That we’re now old enough to be her greatgrandmothers?
Let’s
face
it,
our lives
are
over.”
She
continued
to sob
as
Angel
contined
to
comfort
her.
Tiffany,
who
was
now the
oldest of the
group
at
92
finally
spoke
up. “Dang
nab-it!
I
ain’t
got
no
intention
of
dying
of old age
without
finding
love!
Ladies,
we
need
to tighten
our
girdles
and
do
up
our
white hair
the
best
we
can
and
let’s
go
find some
nice
men our
own
age.
I
mean,
we
could
get
any
young
boy
we
wanted
when
we
was
young-ins!
Iz
still
got
some
zing
left
in
my
zipper,
if
ya
know
what
I
mean.
What
do ya
say
girls?”
“The
other
old ladies
all
cackled
in approval.
The
now
ancient
Mega
thought
wistfully
about
Craig
and
wished
she
could
still
have
him,
but felt
in
her
heart
that
he
would
never
stay
with a
woman
old enough
to be his
grandmother.
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As Angel comforted Ann. She came to a realization as she turned to the rest of the elderly
women in the room.
“I agree we need to learn how to live our lives now at this age, but as the head, or retired head, of
Kappa Delta, we need to realize that this might have been of our doing by the way we treated
those old women from here. Especially to that one woman who was a former KD. It was not very
sisterly of us and perhaps we deserve to be old and they deserve to be young for acting the way
we did.”
There was a long silence with only the sound of Annie’s sobbing and then all the elderly women
began to nod in agreement.
“You’re right dearie, we were wrong.” Agreed a sad Ashley.
“And I wish I hadn’t run away from Mom,” said a crying Annie. “She was right, I was too eager
to grow up. I should have been happy being 12!”
With those two revelations, the curse began to weave its magic once again.
Back at the KD House, Teri and Vera had woken up with the other four boys and were now
dressed in only thong panties and sexy bras. They were each lounging on the bed as one boy was
painting their finger nails and the other painting their toe nails.
“This is the life” signed Teri, the sexy 20 year old buxom platinum blonde.
“Tell me about it. I had forgotten how much fun being this age was!” giggled the sandy blonde
haired and well-endowed Vera.
At that moment they each began to feel a sudden chill building up inside of each of them.
“Oh, that feels strange! Who turned down the AC?” shivered Vera.
“I know what you mean, my nipples just got hard.” Shook Teri.
What they didn’t realize was that they were aging and reverting back to their original ages.
They were flying through their 20s and as they entered their 30s, their impressive busts began to
enlarge slight and begin to slightly sag, but it was hardly noticeable as they were wearing
underwire bras, but if you looked closely you could see their cleavage increase and some small
age spots and freckles popping up around their breasts.
Soon they were in their 40s. Grey hairs began creeping into their rich hair, but once again hardly
noticeable as they were both blonde. But now fine lines were deepening around their eyes and
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mouth and on their neck. But the boys were oblivious to the changes as reality was bent once
again.
Soon they were in their 50s and looking a bit matronly now as they hit their mid-50’s the chill
they were experiencing turned into hot flashes as they rapidly entered menopause and then left it
far behind.
“Oh, they felt vaguely familiar! Almost like going through the change!” remarked a tired looking
Teri.
“Don’t be silly dear, we’re way too young for that!”
This produced a few giggles, which in reality sounded like cackling old women as they entered
their 60s. Lines deepened even more as their beauty faded and wrinkles began appearing all over
their bodies.
The hands each one of the two boys were handling while painting their fingernails a bright red
color, first faded from their youthful, girlish appearance, to that of a mother’s showing wear, and
then into old age as the skin became translucent as veins could be now seen clearly and the
fingers became spindly and the joints swollen.
As the women aged into their late 70s, and then 80s, their hair was now completely white and
thinning as they reverted back to their old bodies and ages.
As each of the two boys painting their toe nails looked at each other (still seeing hot, young girls)
they nodded in agreement and began to give each of the an sensuous foot massage.
“Oh, that feels so good, young man!” moaned Teri.
“Don’t stop!” rattled Vera.
They never noticed that the cute, dainty, smooth and soft feet of a girl who had just left her
teenage years aged rapidly as they became the slightly worn feet of a professional dancer in her
30s, and then the tired and calloused feet of a mature woman in her 40s, and as they each grew
older, their feet lost the last of their youthfulness and became worn and weathered after decades
of wearing high heels. They were no longer the feet of a young girl who was a dancer just
starting her career to the old weathered feet of an elderly woman long past retirement age. Their
cute toes where now bent in and knarred as their heels were rough and calloused with bunions.
The bright red toe nails now looked silly on the two elderly women.
Each of the boys were now aroused and began to massage various parts of their now elderly
bodies, their tits barely being held in by the straining underwire bras of young girls. One of the
boys released Teri’s massive, sagging breasts and began sucking on them causing her to moan in
approval as she grabbed the back of his hair with her boney hand.
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The other boy moved from her feet up her leg and thigh and pulled down her now ridiculously
tight thong panties and began to lick her shriveled pussy causing Teri to arch her back in
approval, which caused the joints to pop and strain.
The other two boys took their cue as well as followed suit with Vera, who moaned in agreement.
Another orgy began to take place, but now it was more like a nursing home orgy than a sorority
one.
“OH GOD YES!!” screamed Bonnie as she climaxed again. She was riding on top of Matt hard,
but what Matt didn’t notice, nor Bonnie, was that the 18 year-old fiery red-haired beauty who
looked more like a 16 year old, had reverted back to her original age of 80. Her large sweatcovered
breasts
flopped
up
and
down and
around
like
deflated
pendulums.
Her
hair
now
snowy
white
and
thinning
as
her
body
had
lost
all
of its full
and
taught
curves
and
was
now worn
and
wrinkled.
“That
was
wonderful
my
child.”
Rattled
Bonnie.
“Wow,
I
never
knew
sex
could
be like this!”
panted
Matt.
“Oh,
that’s
just
the
end
of
lesson
number
4. Number
5 is on its
way.”
She
purred.
“Really?
How
many
lessons
are
there?”
he
asked
excitedly.
“Oh,
24 or
25. But
let’s
not
get
ahead
of ourselves.
I
need
to let
you
rest
for
a
moment
so we
can
begin
again.
Stay
right
there
little
boy,
Mama
will
be right
back.”
As
she
struggled
to get out
of bed,
Matt
reached
over
and
slapped
her
sagging
and
cellulite
covered
ass,
which jiggled
from
the
blow like
a
bowl
of
jello.
“Ow!
Aren’t
you
the saucy
one!”
squealed
Bonnie
as
she tried
to walk
slowly
and
sexily
to the
adjoining
bathroom,
which
looked more
like
the combination
of
a
shuffle
and
waddle
of
an
old
woman
rather
than
the sexy
walk
and gait
of a
young
girl.
Michael had arrived back at the KD house and explained what had happened to the old women
now at the nursing home.
“I don’t know what to do.” Said Michael.
“It’s ok Michael, I appreciate what you did. Let’s just sleep on it for tonight and approach the
problem with fresh eyes tomorrow.” Said Maggie.
“Ok. Sarah? Can I see you in private” winked Michael.
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“Sure!” said Sarah lightly like a schoolgirl.
They quickly went upstairs to Tiffany and Ashley’s old room where they had sex last night.
As they sat on the bed making out like a couple of teenagers, the curse began to revert Sarah, but
it did something different. Michael noticed.
As he pulled back from Sarah to catch his breath, he saw that there were a few grey strands of
hair in her rich black hair, and her face was looking a little more….mature. Like a woman in her
30s.
“Sarah!” exclaimed Michael.
“What? What is it?” asked Sarah concerned.
“You’re getting older.” Said hesitantly.
“Oh god no!” she exclaimed as she rushed to the mirror and noticed it herself. “Oh no, no, no,
no, no!” gasped Sarah. Michael walked over and sat her back down and pulled her hands away
from her face.
“Don’t look at me, Michael!” she cried.
“No, I want to watch. Listen, I love you Sarah, and I want to watch how you aged over the years.
Please.”
“Ok.” Slightly sobbed Sarah. He watched her face closely as it aged through her mid-30s into her
40s.
“I think you might be around 40 now.”
“I had been working in Africa at a convent-mission for more than 20 years by this point.”
Mumbled Sarah.
Sarah had been wearing a pair of tight jeans and a tight pink tank top with sandals, all of which
she had found in Tiffany’s closet. They were now getting tighter as her large breasts had
enlarged and were straining her teenage bra and tank top. Grey hair was now in larger strands
framing her face as the lines around her eyes and mouth deepened. As she hit 50, she was still a
strikingly beautiful woman, a sexy cougar is she had wanted to be one.
“50 now I think” said Michael, “And you’re still beautiful.”
Sarah brought her hand up to Michaels. “Thank you. I should have been the mother of adult
children by now and perhaps a new grandmother, but I was still a slave to the convent in Africa
and by this point in my life I had just given up any hope of knowing any other life.”
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“I’m so sorry.” Said Michael sincerely.
Soon she had raced through her 50s and Sarah felt the familiar feeling of menopause. She gasped
for a moment as the hot flash passed through her at age 58. ‘There, I can no longer have any
children.” She said sadly.
As she passed into her 60s her hair increasingly became more grey than black and the lines on
her face changed into deep wrinkles as her face became more gaunt. She began to take on the
wizened look of a mother superior or a grandmother. The teenage clothes looked ridiculous on
her now as the undersized pink tank top with the “Hello Kitty” emblem on it looked very out of
place. A muffin top now bulged out from under the tank top as the jeans became uncomfortably
tight.
She hit her 70s and then her 80s as her body began to shrivel up and lose mass as her back lost its
fight with time as she slowly began to lean forward from advanced age. Soon she was back to
her original age of 90. Her frail weathered hands were now slightly shaking from palsy in
Michael’s hands. She was now the familiar old woman he had known and taken care of. Her hair
now completely white and thinning, her eyes sunken in and they had lost their bright blue luster
as her once full lips were now thinning with small wisps of hair above them.
“It’s stopped, hasn’t it?” rattled the old woman.
“Yes. It has.” Said Michael amazed at what he had just witnessed.
“I’m so sorry Michael.” Her shaking hand went up to Michael’s face and stroked it. “Take me
back to the nursing home dear. And I think it would be best if we never saw each other again. It
would be…..too painful for me.”
“Nonsense!” said Michael as he grasped her hands gently. “We will get through this together. I
love you Sarah, and that hasn’t changed.”
“Oh you dear, sweet boy. You make this old woman feel things she shouldn’t feel.”
“We will figure this out. Together.” And with that he drew Sarah to his chest and held her tight
as he stroked her brittle, white hair, comforting her.
After a while he thought about it and then came to a decision. He leaned in and kissed Sarah
deepely. She pulled back.
“What are you doing?” she gasped.
“Showing you that I still love you.”
“But I’m old enough to be your great-grandmother now!” Sarah said sadly.
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Michael smiled. “Well c’mon grandma, I want you to have a senior moment with me!” And
with that he began to peel off her much too tight and youthful clothing and underwear.
Back at the Shady Rest Nursing Home, 98 year-old Tiffany was being wheeled to the hygiene
area where she was going to be given a sponge bath by DJ, the orderly on duty. DJ was silently
cursing Michael, who as supposed to be on duty right now. This was more his baily wick and not
his. Old women disgusted him and noting was worse than giving one a sponge bath. But that was
what his job was, so he just had to suck it up.
He locked the wheelchair in place and then put his hands around Tiffany’s right arm.
“Ok dear, let’s get up and sit in this chair.” He lifted her up as her legs shacked and she toke one
shuffled step over to the white plastic bathing chair sitting on the tile floor with a drain. She was
wearing nothing but a hospital gown that opened in the back. As Tiffany sat down on the plastic
chair she winced.
“Oh, that’s cold!” she complained.
“Don’t worry dear, the water will be warm.” Said DJ as he pulled her gown off, leaving the frail
old woman sitting on the chair nude, which startled her. Her once 19 year-old athletic, lean
cheerleader’s taught body was now shapeless, cellulite filled with her once magnificent perky,
large breasts were empty sacks. Her once enticing and trim bush of blond hair was now an
overgrown bush of white hair hiding her now unappealing vagina.
The once tone, tan, and sexy legs were just weathered toothpicks now as her once firm and
rounded ass was just a large cushion of dimpled flesh.
“I’m sorry young man, but this is new to me. What’s your name?”
“DJ, and don’t you worry Ms. Olsen, I will take good care of you.”
“Call me Tiffany young man, or does that sound out of place for a woman my age?”
“No, sure, uh, ok, ‘Tiffany.’ Just relax.”
DJ began to wipe her elderly body down with the large warm, wet sponge.
“I remember when this would have been sexy” mumbled Tiffany to herself.
“What was that?” asked DJ.
“Oh, nothing young man. Just an old woman reminiscing.”
DJ was trying hard not to be disgusted, but it was hard to do. This is when the curse began
having its effects.
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Tiffany suddenly felt a warmth run through her frail body as the years began to fall away. It was
hardly noticeable at first as she regressed back through her 90s. DJ was slowly washing her arms
and hands, dreading going to her body.
Soon she was regressing back through her 80s as Tiffany was able to sit up a little straighter, but
the change was still not very noticeable.
Falling back through her 70s, and then 60s. Some signs of blonde color was beginning to show
themselves in her hair, which was pulled back into a tight bun more fashionable for a woman of
such advanced years. As she re-entered her 50s, things started to change more apparently. She
began to squirm in her chair as she went through a reverse menopause and her hair started to
become more of an even mix of blonde and grey, her face toning up, as was the rest of her body.
Her large deflated breasts began to rise as if an air pump was re-inflating them. DJ began to
notice this a bot as he moved to washing and wiping down her chest. She was looking pretty
good for an old lady he thought.
Soon she was rushing back through her 40s as her breasts continued to rise and inflate and regain
their form. Her hair was now more blonde than grey as she began to feel her flabby ass also reinflate
as
it
firmed
up and
rounded.
She
was
now a
hot middle-aged
MILF.
Soon
she
re-entered
her
30s and
her
long
legs
began
to regain
their
tone
and
sensual
shape
as
she
now looked
like
a
young
businesswoman.
The
sponge
bath
began
to arouse
Tiffany
as
it
did DJ.
He
couldn’t
believe
it,
but this
old
woman
was
getting
younger!
He
was
convinced
it
was
his
doing
and
there
must
be
something
magical
in
the water
and
he
wasn’t
going
to stop.
She
was
looking
like
a
real
babe
now!
He
began
to kneed
her
breasts
with his
hands
and
sponge
as
she moaned
in approval.
She
was
still
unaware
of their
changes
within
herself.
“Ohhhhh,
your
making
this
old
woman
very
aroused
young
man….don’t
stop,
please!”
DJ
obliged
as
he
continued
to wash
away
the years
as
he
moved from
her
breasts
down to her
now
taught
and
firm
stomach
as
she re-entered
her
20s down
to her
now
very
wet
and horny
pussy.
She
took a sharp
breath
as he
began
to caress
her
clit.
“Oh
God!”
she
said
in
a
girlish
voice
as
she bit her
lip. Soon
she
was
her
19
year
old self
again
and
her
large
36 D-Cup
breasts
were
defying
gravity
and
standing
proudly
on
her
chest
as
the
rest
of her
sexy
body
had
regained
its
tight
athletic
tone and
curves
of a
teenage
girl.
Tiffany
finally
gave
in. “To
hell
with it,
I
don’t
care
if I
break
a
hip!”
she
lunged
at
DJ
as
he
fell
back
onto the
floor
as
Tiffany
began
to ravage
him
with her
wet,
nubile
body
as
she
ripped
his
clothes
off
and
began
to have
frantic
sex
with the
now very
pleased
orderly.
The front desk orderly heard a great deal of screaming and cheering as he ran down the hall to
the rec room. He was stunned to find a bunch of young girls dressed in old woman’s clothing
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tossing their canes and walkers and some jumping from their wheelchairs in delight and
celebration. There was even one young blonde girl who looked like she had just gotten out of the
shower and was dressed in nothing but a revealing hospital gown.
“We’re young again! We’re young again!” yelled Cindy with joy.
The orderly then spied one girl who looked no older than 12 wearing a way too big dress that
was falling off her young body as she had stepped out of the large shoes as her support hose
collapsed to the floor along with a large white wire support bra. She looked like a kid playing
dress up. But she was jumping up and down cheering too.
“C’mon girls! Let’s get out of here!” yelled Angel as the girls all ran out, with Annie struggling
to keep up having to roll up the hem od the dress a lot just to be able to walk as it had already
fallen off her right shoulder. As she stepped out the large white granny panties and girdle fell to
the floor from underneath the dress and she stepped out of them and smiled at the orderly before
taking off. “Don’t think I’ll need those for a while!” she laughed girlishly as she ran after her
sister.
Back at the Kappa Delta House the former girls had all aged back and at the same time the
women in the nursing home realized they had regained their youth, the girls at the KD house
realized they had aged back to their original ages.
The four boys who had been having an orgy with Teri and Vera suddenly found themselves
giving oral sex to two grandmothers, causing them to scream and rush to the bathroom to throw
up. Teri and Vera were greatly disappointed, but then began to laugh as they enjoyed the fact that
they had relived their youth, even if it was just for a little while.
Maggie had aged back while sitting in the living room with Craig and he had witnessed the
whole transformation and Maggie (now Marge again) had given him the whole story.
Suddenly the front door burst open and in stormed the girls dressed strangely, but Marge
recognized the clothing right away.
“I know, I know.” Rattled Marge. “Get the hell out of your house. I get it. Just give us a minute
to get ourselves together.”
Angel looked at Marge tenderly and stopped her/ “Wait a minute, Ma’am. What did you say your
name was again?”
“Marge.”
Annie walked slowly over to the old woman. “Maggie?” she asked confused.
“Yes child, it’s me.” Said Marge as she touched the young child’s face lovingly.
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“Marge, we all want to say how sorry we were to have treated you the way we did. To all of you.
It was wrong. You and the others are welcome here any time you want.”
Marge was touched by the apology. She could tell it was sincere and not done out of fear that
things might reverse again. “Thank you Angel. But I think we need to act our age now and
accept life as it is. But thank you. Thank you all.” Marge said softly. “KD’s forever.” She said to
Angel.
“Kd’s forever.” Replied Angel with a smile as she walked over and embraced the old woman.
This happened just as Teri and Vera appeared wearing nothing but robes. Bonnie then appeared
from the other side of the room shuffling over wearing a much too tight dress for her age. “What
did we miss?” rattled Teri.
“Oh nothing.” Said Marge as she wiped away a tear.
At that moment Megan spied Craig across the room. She ran over and jumped into his arms and
kissed him. Craig looked at her a bit confused. “Megan?”
“Yes, silly, it’s me! Of course, you never knew me when I was young, did you? Think you can
handle it?” she said in a sexy tone.
“Oh, I’ll manage.” Smiled Craig as he kissed her back deeply as he felt her huge perky breasts
press against him,, the nipples feeling hard.
“Well, we better get back to the home ladies.” Said Marge as she looked around. “What a
minute. Where’s Sarah?”
Michael cradled the elderly nude Sarah in his arms. They had just finished having sex and Sarah
was still basking in the afterglow. Michael was surprised at how much he had enjoyed it and that
he had even forgotten for a while that he was making love to a woman more almost four times as
old as he was.
Sarah hesitantly looked over at Michael and finally asked the question she was avaoiding.
“Michael?” she asked in a low guttural tone, “What happens now?”
Michael squeezed her lovingly.
“Now I take you home to live with me.”
“Whaaaat? Really?”
“I told you. I love you and I want to spend as much time with you as we can have.”
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“But what will people think? I mean, what will your mother and grandmother think? I’m older
than both of them! People won’t understand.”
“I don’t care what other people think Sarah. I love you and I want to marry you. Never thought I
would be involved in a May-December romance, but there it is.”
“It’s more like a January-December romance Michael.”
“Don’t care.” Michael sat up and looked at Sarah deeply.
“Sarah O’Reilly, will you marry me?”
Sarah looked lovingly into Michael’s eyes. She knew this was wrong, but how could love be
wrong? What should she do? She then decided to just let her feelings point the way.
“Yes, Michael. I will marry you.” Rattled the old woman lovingly.
Right at that very moment the curse made its final act of justice and mercy. Like a lightning bolt
that fell out of the sky, it struck Sarah hard. She was instantly reverted back into an 18 year old
girl again. “Sarah!” shouted Michael. “You’re young again!”
Sarah screamed in delight as she jumped out of bed nude and ran to the mirror where she saw the
reflection of a very sexy, young 18 year old girl with the prefect curves and magnificent breasts.
She could easily pass for Miss Ireland, or hell, even Miss Universe. She turned and threw herself
into Michael’s waiting arms.
“Yes, Michael, yes! Yes! I will marry you!”
At the same time the bolt of lightning hit Sarah, it hit the rest of the women too. Instantly it
regressed all the women in years, but this time they were ALL 18 years old. Teri and Vera were
now two years younger than they were and Marge, or rather Maggie now, had gone back past the
age of 25 to 18 and Bonnie reverted to 18 again too.
“Holy shit!” yelled Maggie.
“Holy shit!” yelled Angel.
Teri, Vera, and Bonnie began jumping up and down. “We’re young again!” they shouted with
glee. Somehow they all knew deep inside that this time the changes were permanent. They
would now begin to age normally once again.
Angel walked over to Maggie. “Girls, how would you all like to become members of Kappa
Delta and live here?”
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All of the girls squealed in delight and agreed, both the new and the “old” members of Kappa
Delta.
“We will need to get you all enrolled here at the college and you can start your lives over as
freshman, but perhaps you can show some of your wisdom with us as well.”
“That’s a deal,” smiled Bonnie.
“Ok girls, let’s all get squared away. I will make room assignments within the hour. In the
meantime, we need to change into something more “age appropriate” and I want each of you
girls to adopt one of the new girls and help them with getting some temporary clothes ans such
and we will all go shopping later today.”
And with that that all began to scatter. Maggie then saw Sarah and Michael walk into the room
hand-in-hand.
“Michael has asked me to marry him and I said yes.” Smiled Sarah.
Maggie smiled. “I would say you are too young to get married, but I know that’s a crock of shit!
Congratulations you two.”
“Thanks. What about you and the rest of the ‘girls’?”
“We’ve found a home here with the rest of the sorority. We’ll be just fine.”
Michael and Sarah began to walk out the door to head to Michael’s house. Sarah quickly turned.
“I’ll be back and talk to you all soon about marriage plans.” And with that they were gone.
Maggie basked in the glow of it all for a moment when she felt a tug on her sleeve. It was Annie.
“Maggie. What about us?” said the young girl with a look of anticipation.
“Well, I’m afraid you’re too young for us to get into a relationship, but I am now only six years
older than you, so perhaps when you turn 16 we can talk about it. In the meantime, let’s just keep
this as our little secret, ok?”
“Will you wait for me?”
“Of course sweetie.”
“Thanks for helping me understand who I am too.”
“You’re welcome squirt.” Smiled Maggie.
“Don’t call me that, call me Annie….no, I want you to call me ‘Ann’ from now on, ok?”
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“You got it ‘Ann.’ Trust me when I tell you four years will fly by in no time. Just enjoy yourself
for now.”
“Trust me, I will!” smiled Ann. Her crush on Maggie was huge and she just knew that one day
they would be together again.
THE END
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