It was a peaceful evening, the sun was setting,
the skies were painted of a bright orange, with a dark shade of purple brushing
the clouds.
The sound of the wind, the wings of birds could
be heard. Birds looking for shelter on the tree´s they´ve nested on.
Everything was quiet, everything was full of
tranquility, except for…
In a room, a room located in a big mansion,
there was this man, Troy, a young man, 25 years old, blue eyes, dark brown
hair, standing, well laying in bed, at 6´1”, with a trimmed built. Rock solid
abs, and tight muscles all over his body. He wasn´t very muscular, but his body
was one women desired, well, certainly mature women desire him more.
And who more mature than his 62-year-old
girlfriend? Yes, Troy was in a huge mansion, on an unnecessarily big room, on a
bed that cost a couple thousand dollars, but none of these was his. But his
girlfriend. And who was this woman?
Well, Troy was what you´ll call a gold-digger,
male edition. He really hated to work, he didn´t mind putting some effort on
things, but working on a nine-to-five basis, well, that was boring.
And what could he do? Buy lottery tickets and
hope that someday he´ll be rich? No, it was easier to be with someone who was
already rich. Like his girlfriend, Jeannie.
Jeannie was a woman much more mature than him,
but at over twice his age, how couldn´t she? She was a widow, her husband
passed away over a decade ago. She felt lonely, sad, and then, she met Troy.
He could lend a shoulder where she could cry.
Be comprehensive, be attentive. He worked as a towel boy in this private club
she had a membership on. Why did he work there? Easy, rich women. Easy targets
for someone like him, well, at least he hoped. It seems everyone there was
still married. Happily married. Or at least no women showed signs of wanting
something with him.
And to think that he was a stud, well, he
should be a stud. Aside the other towel boys, he was by far the youngest, and
as he says, the most handsome man there.
He complaint that all men there had a ton of
money they had no idea how to use. He would, well, maybe not, but he will
certainly not waste his time making more money, as he says. If he were them, he
would spend all he worked hard for. Traveling, buying sports cars. Fancy
watches, designer clothes. Spending his day at the pool, his own pool!
That was his goal, and his means to achieve it?
Well, Jeannie was. As soon as she spotted him, her eyes shinned, her lips
couldn´t lie, a big smile was drawn on them. And her eyes, they screamed for
him to come.
He had been working there for about three
months, and he had never seen her before. But she showed signs of desire, and
she had no ring, so… hands to action!
After a couple weeks of “work”, he had Jeannie
right where he wanted.
It all started with little gifts, shirts,
shoes, a watch. A new phone. He would love a car, but he knew he shouldn´t rush
things. Plus, when he threw that hint, it didn´t work.
“You know, I´d love to meet you here sooner,”
he told her, she was so eager to meet him so she came really early during the
weekends, and she always ended up waiting for him for a while. “but the bus is
not a fast way to get here, you know, with all the stops…” He wanted to say,
why don´t you buy me a car?
But what was her response?
“Oh, dear, I can give you a ride! No problem,
just give me your address and… I´ll take care of it…” she said as she ran her
fingers through his chest.
Troy smiled, a million-dollar smile, but he was
not really interested. What she meant was, give me your address and… let´s see
what happens…
She wanted sex, and he knew it. But what else
was he offering?
Troy didn´t want to be rude, Jeannie was
pretty… for her age. Her eyes were green, but she said they were blue, maybe
not. Her lips were always painted red, but he could see some wrinkles around
them, and some too in the corners of her eyes.
Her hair was painted in an elegant brown color.
With golden highlights. Her skin, that he could see when she wore bathing
suits, was full of freckles. And she held a few extra pounds on her. Of course,
that´s just because she was a mature woman, but Troy´s not quite in love with a
woman with enough junk on her trunk to make her look… duckie. Her butt sticks
out a bit when she walks.
Sometimes he wondered if this was really a good
idea. Or if he should leave his plan and just get a real job. But the more he
spent with Jeannie, the more… “pampering” she was with him.
She even got him to quit his job there so that
he could spend more time with her. Her excuse, he could be her own personal
pool boy. Taking care of her houses pool.
After a while of “working” for her and, doing a
couple more things than just work. They were dating.
Jeannie was so proud, and she was also bragging
about her new boyfriend to all of her friends. Meanwhile, Troy was having the
time of his life. Worried about nothing but to keep his physique and laying
around with all his expenses paid for.
He only had to live with Jeannie, but that was
fine, he could leave his tiny apartment and move into the house he always
wanted. A pool, home-in gym, the biggest TV he´s ever seen. And the access to a
couple fancy cars. That he sometimes drove just to get her pills.
He was, apparently, taking care of Jeannie,
together with some other favors. He couldn´t lie, he was living in luxury, but
he just wasn´t happy.
She got him a new, well, everything. And he
used his new laptop to do some research. How long will he have to live with
this?
Jeannie was sweet, a sweet lady, but she was
more like a grandma. He wanted to date hot chicks, women in their twenties,
thirties TOPS. Women with firm breasts, firm butts, young. He was getting tired
of having Jeannie´s freckled hands all over him. But he had to play his part.
And that´s what he´s currently doing, doing
some research online. If we could resume it all in a phrase, then the search
line would be: “How long until the 62-year-old woman passes away and I can keep
her wealth?”
He knows he´ll inherit everything, there´s no
one around her but him, and that´s kind of sad. Well, no one else but him and
her daughter. Jeannie has a daughter who comes by every now and then, and she
surely doesn´t like Troy. She knows he´s just there for her money.
But Jeannie´s daughter is also there for her
money. Well, not exactly, since she has a job, one that mommy facilitated her,
but she stops by to make sure she´ll inherit everything, but that´s Troy´s plan
so… they don´t get along very well.
Now, back to his computer, he was searching and
searching, Jeannie was away to do aerobics, whatever that is, he says. And he
was trying to find something, anything.
Or even for a way on how to pretend he´s happy.
He´d kill to go back to dating women his age. But maybe he´ll find the answer
to his “problems” sooner.
“What´s this?” he said, as he read something
that may work.
“Wanna lose those wrinkles? Wanna have that
smooth skin again? Regain your youth?” He clicked on the link and was rapidly
taken to a page where things got… clearer.
Troy found an add, about this treatment, an
experimental one. The promise? You´ll be young again! The catch, as always with
miracle treatments, results may vary. And in some cases, they can even be
dangerous. But there was no problem with that.
He hated himself for thinking this but,
whatever gets him to his dream life sooner… it´s worth it!
He felt a little bad for introducing the idea
to Jeannie. And after a little persuasion, he got her an appointment, and then,
the day had come.
Jeannie wasn´t sure, but he said: “don´t do it
for me, do it for us!” Wouldn´t she like to be young again? And to make them
look more… even as a couple?
The temptation, his approval. She´ll do it. If
that means she can make him happy. Besides, if this works, then she´ll be young
again. She wouldn´t mind that.
The big day came sooner than he expected.
Before he knew it, Jeannie was wearing a robe and heading towards a room where
it will all change…
As he watched her leave, he felt bad. Is he
really that selfish to convince a woman who cares for him to undergo a
treatment where she´ll be one of the first test subjects? Is money that
important?
If things go wrong, and she ends up gone, well,
he´ll get to keep her stuff. But if things go well… he certainly hasn’t thought
of that. What if it works?
He´s seen Jeannie´s old pictures, even her huge
self-portrait on the dinning room, she was pretty. And she was hot! If she
looked the way she did… he would´ve been all over her, and not for the money.
This was a fifty-fifty situation, but in the
end, he was 100-percent sure that whatever happens he´ll like it! Or learn to
like it.
After a couple hours, Jeanne came out of the
room, sleepy, tired. They did no surgery, but she was placed on this sort of
pod where she experimented several different things. First, her mouth went dry,
then her body temperature´s rose! Then, she felt cold, and finally, she felt
heavy. As if gravity had augmented there, up to three times the normal!
She was exhausted, they explained they´ll use
these rays, and that the procedure would be long. Four hours was VERY long. But
it could´ve been worse.
When he first saw her, he wondered, does she
look different?
The doctor explained that the treatment will
take another couple hours to show its real effects. So far, he can see her skin
looks kind of… different. But she still looks sixty so…
Troy decided to give it some time, so he drove
her to their place. He loved to consider her mansion as theirs. But she said
it, she´s said he´s always there. That he´s kind, attentive, a gentleman.
It made him feel bad. If only she knew… but
he´ll take care of her. And in the morning, well, he´ll see.
“Oh, Troy, that was AWFUL!” Jeannie said, as he
walked her in, holding her by the arm.
“It was?” Now he feels terrible. But he won´t
be the guilty one if something happens. He just said it MAY be a good idea. And
then she signed a bunch of papers at the clinic so… his hands will be clean.
“Yes. The only thing that kept me going was…
you.” He now had a knot on his throat. “I told myself, Jeannie, as long as you
can make that man happy, you can do it…” She was doing it for him and… he was
doing it for him too.
Was he a jerk? A selfish ass? Maybe the answer
is… he is. But if this thing works, which he´s not so sure, then he´ll be doing
BOTH a favor.
The next morning, things were… different.
Troy was used to sleeping in late. He laid next
to her, to keep her company, as she talked about all of the things they´ll do
once she recovers and this works.
She seemed so happy, so full of hope. And him,
well… maybe he didn´t deserve it. She was so sweet, so pure. He felt remorse.
When he woke up, Jeannie, who used to wake up
by 5:30 am, was still in bed. Right now, it was around 10:00 am, she was
oversleeping and, well, he used to wake up by noon so… let´s just say that the
guilt was keeping him awake.
He needed to check on her. Was she fine? And
the answer was… yes. But there was also something else…
He ran his hand through her hair, her longer
hair? And it felt so smooth, so vibrant. And the color… was it blonde? Troy
swallowed, was that… Jeannie?
He needed to get a closer look of her, so he
approached, he stood on his knees over the king-sized mattress and looked at
her, when he met her face, he was in shock!
“No way…” Her golden hairs were falling on her
angelical face. She was… young! She was pretty! It worked! It worked!
No signs of aging on her face. Only the smooth
and… freckled? Skin of a younger face. The treatment was no lie, Jeannie was
young again!
Troy was amazed, it worked! The treatment had
worked! Now Jeannie was young again. And she certainly looks pretty.
A smooth face, no bags under her eyes, lips
that looked… kissable. No wrinkles anywhere, now, Troy was before a much
younger woman, even if she was still the same woman he met before. But that was
on the inside.
While he was looking at her face in disbelief,
and also looking at what he could see of her bare shoulder, Jeannie slowly
began to wake up…
The first thing she spotted was a handsome man
looming above her.
“Good morning, dear…” she said, a little asleep,
but still, she could tell her voice sounded different.
And it did! Much softer, younger. Troy wanted
to see what else had happened to her. What about… her body?
“Oh my… it worked! Troy, it worked!!!” Jeannie
said, looking at her body in the full-body mirror they had at her room.
“It did…” Replied Troy, looking at her sensuous
figure. She was young again, and her body certainly resembled it.
Her waist was slim, her hips had some curves on
them, and her breasts, firm, round. Maybe they were a bit smaller due to the
loss of weight, but not something he´d mind. They were certainly still D-cups.
But that doesn´t matter, what matters is… Troy
likes this new Jeannie, well, maybe the old Jeannie? The original? The younger…
it´s hard to describe her current shape, but certainly, the word sexy comes to
his mind.
“Troy…” Jeannie said, holding small tears on
her eyes as she placed her hand on his cheek. “It worked, look, I´m young
again, I… we did it!” Now, she no longer looks like an older woman with a
handsome young man for a boyfriend, now, they are closer in age, at least they
look like that.
At the clinic, they asked her what age would
she want. What´s the number she wanted to go for? Get a few years younger or…
maybe more? Her answer was, 30, Jeannie wanted to look 30, why? Well, it would
be odd to look younger than Troy, right?
That way, people will still tell she´s just a
liiiiittle older. But not too old. Old enough to still look like the elder one
in the relationship, even if she doesn´t look elder, at all.
“Wow… check my butt, Troy, it´s so… firm.” Troy
nodded, looking at her firm, round butt. It was certainly something.
Looking as she did when she was thirty gave her
hips a bit wider, and a firm, round butt. Still, compared to her “normal” self,
her butt was firm, trimmed, all of her body was… fit? Hot was the word he had
in mind.
“I can´t believe this! Look, I´m so thin, haha.
Well… I´m gonna need new clothes, right?” she turned at him, with a sexy idea
in mind, “Why don´t we go and get some clothes, that way, you´ll be able to
tell how much hotter this body of mine is while I try them on…” That was a good
idea.
He can tell that the pajamas she´s wearing are
a bit baggy. And that her new body needs clothes a bit more… tight. Some
clothes that wrap her body as they should. That accentuate her curves, define
her waist, make her look as sexy as she is.
Before they left, Troy went out for a run, in
the meantime, Jeannie was at the bathroom, looking at her new self.
Scrutinizing her naked body in front of the mirror.
“Troy will certainly love this…” she said,
looking at her firm butt, her toned thighs, her sexy silhouette.
All of her was… sexy! She was soooo happy. She
was young again, no need for creams, no need for pills, her body was young,
strong, hot!
Still, there´s a few things she should be aware
of. Like, for starters, she´s now 5´7”. She can´t tell because of how fixed she
is into her glowing skin, or her long hair. But she´s an inch taller.
Which shouldn´t be much of a difference.
Perhaps, her spine just decompressed. Maybe she lost an inch with age, and now
she got it back? She certainly won´t check on that. But that´s something we
should keep for the record.
At the store, an expensive, luxurious store.
She went on and bought a few… a lot of outfits.
When she paid, everyone who knew her, since
this was a store she frequently visited, mistook Jeannie for her daughter. She
didn´t corrected them, she just smiled.
Life´s good, life´s very good now. She feels
like… new! So strong, so vibrant, so… hot!
Has her libido rose? Every time she turned at
Troy, the only thing she wanted was to nail him! To grab his firm butt, his
pecs, touch his arms. Kiss him DEEPLY, intensely. Make out right there.
She felt hot, she felt… horny. But she wanted
this to be special. She wanted him to worship her before getting into real
action. And she could tell he will, by the way he was looking at her when she
tried on her new clothes. He wants her as bad as she wants him, well, maybe she
wants him more.
Troy was allured as she tried on her new
clothes. Her new, and tiny, shorts. Displaying her long, smooth legs. Her tops,
being there some new type of tops. Crop tops, that showed off her thin waist.
Tank tops that made her breasts stick out.
She bought a ton of jeans that were wrapped
over her legs like a second skin. Tightly hugging her sexy legs. She also had
some yoga pants and some other clothes for some more… athletic activities.
She felt so full of energy! She wanted to go
for a run! To exercise. Swim at her pool. Make out with Troy! She was so…
energetic!
Jeannie couldn´t wait to use this new body of
hers. She felt different, so full of life! Once more, the world was at her
feet.
Still, Troy had some thoughts. Yes, the
treatment had worked, yes, she´s smokin´ hot. But, the ad also said, more like
warned, that there could be some secondary effects… what would they be? And,
will they, maybe, get him to keep her money?
That thought was not as present as it used to,
still, he still had the idea, or plan, to inherit her wealth. However, he was a
bit more allured by her luscious body.
What was in store for Jeannie?