George Isolde etc Ch VII
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I Was An Old Woman free porn video
I was an old woman
It seemed to be another boring party. People chatting and drinking.
And then I noticed her. She was looking wild. Her sexy, soft clothes
followed her perfect body. Her hair was flaming red.
I took up my courage and walked towards her. 'Hi, what's your name?' I
asked.
'Jennifer.' she told me, while she was playing with her hair.
That evening I got to know her. She was going trough a lot of problems
in her life, and decided to just do her own thing. She didn't care what
people thought about her anymore. I talked with her for many hours, she
was incredible and I was fascinated by her.
At the end of the evening she asked me to come home with her.
She wanted to have sex with an extra. I had told her about my dressing
up as a woman.
First I went home to pick up some stuff: my bra, fake boobs, my padded
panty. Then when I came back we chose some of her clothes for me to put
on.
They where lying on her bed: nice silk stockings, a pencil skirt, a
very soft angora cowl sweater and high heels. She helped me to put them
on. Then she gave me a flame red wig, much like her own hair. She
helped me to put on some heavy make up.
I changed from Peter into Petra.
Then the sex could begin. It was wild; she made love with me like a man
after that like a woman.
'Do you want something more kinky?' she asked. I was wondering what was
going to happen next.
'I would like you to dress up as my mother. She has been dead for a few
years and I miss her. Would you do that for me?' It sounded strange,
but I went along.
She took me to another bedroom stuffed with her mother's clothes. First
I had to take off all her clothes I was still wearing. She gave me a
fluid, which I had to rub on my skin. It was the strangest thing, when
the fluid dried it made my skin all wrinkled and grey looking.
'Aha, it's looking good.' she said.
Next she told me to sit near a mirror. She took out a picture of her
dead mother.
'I'm going to make your face look like that.' she whispered.
She used to be a professional make-up artist, apparently. She put all
kinds of stuff on me, making my cheeks more pronounced, making my nose
look smaller, and making my eyes go back into their sockets. Then she
put some false teeth into my mouth, totally changing my face. I could
no longer recognize myself.
She put on a wig cap and placed a pepper and salt wig on my head,
belonging to her mother. Last came her mothers glasses, really old
ladylike. I looked like the twin sister of her mother, scary.
And now for her body, she told firmly. She put on some heavy breasts
with hip and butt prosthetics. She managed to conceal the lining of the
prosthetics. She asked me to step in a very realistic vagina.
I was finished. I was now Petra Sellers, mother of Jennifer Sellers, 62
years old. I looked in the mirror and an old uncertain naked lady
looked back.
Finally came the clothing: old fashioned panties, 'sensible' flesh
coloured panty hose, a big bra, a woollen skirt, low heeled brown
shoes, a white cheque blouse and a long blue soft cardigan with golden
lining.
She grabbed firmly and gave me a big hug, saying: 'Oh mummy!'
It was weird but strangely, I liked it.
'Come, let's go back to my bedroom, mummy.' she whispered.
She wanted to make love to me in this 'form'! There we where lying in
bed kissing, 'mother' and daughter....
When I woke up the next morning, I felt strange. I still was an old
woman!
'I would like to change back now.' I told her.
She laughed, 'That will be difficult. The products I put on you will
hold for quite a long time. Why don't you be a good girl and look to
some of the videos I made 'starring' my mother. So you will learn to
walk and talk like her!!'
This was getting out of hand, but I had no choice. What could I do, go
to the police?
After breakfast she talked me into getting to the mall with her.
Strangely I was having some difficulties, walking was more difficult; I
was quicker out of breath. When I saw myself walking on her arm, in a
mirror in the mall, it gave me a big scare. I really walked and looked
like an old lady. I was beginning to feel like one too!
'What did you do to me?' I asked her. 'Will I ever be able to change
back?'
'Come on now Mother,' she told me, 'don't nag.... Let's buy some new
clothes for you and let's fix your hair. You need an new perm!'
Then I noticed that my teeth and hair were stuck, I couldn't get them
off!! My voice was changed to, I spoke like her mother. The
transformation was complete.
In the hairdressing saloon, I saw more changes. I looked in my
seventies now, I aged ten years or more. With a perm in my now grey
hair, with a new walking cane, stronger glasses and a curved back I
stumbled out of the mall.
'And now to the old people's home, you will enjoy it.'
I was too weak to resist.
'I'm here with my mother.' she told the nurse, 'Now that she is 78 she
can no longer live alone.'
I was 78 now!
She is also incontinent, she will need a diaper. The nurse brought me
to my room and put on my diaper.
'Bye mummy,' Jennifer said, 'I will visit you once a week.'
And on she went; I was all alone in my room. I put a hairnet over my
permed hair, put on my evening gown and went to bed.
Who would have thought yesterday that I would be in this state?
Next morning I woke up and felt something had changed again: I was
turning back into a man!! I could peel all the prosthetics peel off my
body.
Jennifer was standing next to my bed. 'Aha your awake, put on your male
clothes and let me drive you home.'
'Why have you done all this.' I asked?
'I wanted you to experience was it is like to be an old woman, so you
would be a better man. And after all, you have enjoyed it, didn't you.
I know you dreamed about something like this happening to you.'
That was true.
'I you ever want to change back, just call me.'
I don't think I'll do that for quite some time. One adventure like this
is enough!
Linda Layers
Haven
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