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Ringing in a new age. By Blossom Loverose. "You look just like your Grandmother!" that was what twenty-five year old Clay Castleberry was often told by those people who had known his grandmother. Having never met his grandmother, Clay could not say one way or the other if he looked like her or not. What he did know was that with his strange silver hair and his slim body that really had no muscle definition, he had been mistaken for a young woman more times than he cared to count. On the day, that Clay had graduated from University with a degree that he could not use because nobody was hiring in what he was trained in; his parents had given him his grandmother's old house and a sizable nest egg for him to start his own life with. There was just one problem with his parents plan and that was that he had no idea how to start a new life. Alone, hours from where his parents lived, Clay just bounced from one failed job interview to another. Having been utterly unsuccessful in finding a job for six months, Clay who had not even bothered to unpack his belongings into his new house -- which was still filled by his grandmother's old belongings -- finally decided to do something about making the house, his home. Taking stock of the mess that his grandmother had left behind he made up his mind that the best thing to do was to take all the stuff that he did not need or did not want to the basement. It was while he was taking the first set of boxes that had been packed long before he arrived, to the basement, that he noticed the bottom most step was loose. Knowing that with many boxes to go before he was done, a slip on the step could have been a big issue, he stopped to look at why it was loose. Upon his inspection of the step, he found that it was not so much loose as it had been deliberately installed to slide out. Knowing that there had to be a reason why the step was designed to slip out, he carefully pulled on the step and as it came away, it revealed a hidden cavity with an ornate wooden box inside it. "Weird..." whispered Clay as he looked at the slightly dusty box. Slowly picking the box up, Clay used the sleeve of his shirt to remove the dust from it. Opening the box, he really was not sure what he would find and that was why he was shocked when it turned out to be his grandmother's jewellery. "How odd," said Clay who had started talking to himself to stave off the loneliness he felt, "I was told that these items had all vanished without a trace..." Gazing at the lovely golden rings that just seemed to go around and around forever, Clay found himself with a deep desire to try the rings on. Having quickly given into his desires because he did not think they could do any harm, he started to thread the rings from the box onto his different fingers. By the time that he was done and had run out of rings that fitted him, he found that he had one ring on each of his thumbs, one ring on each of his index fingers, two gold bands around each of his middle fingers, two gold bands around his right ring finger and one band around each of his pinkie fingers. Taking a moment to study the diamond ring and the other two rings that went with it he made up his mind that it did not feel right for him to wear them so he put them back in the box with the other assorted items. Closing the lid of the jewellery box, Clay finally took a good long look at his hands. Having studied his hands, which seemed so small and altered by the rings he felt a smile creep across his face as he started to understand just how much he liked the look as well as the feel of the rings. For the rest of that day Clay walked around with the rings on his fingers. He did not have a care in the world, as he knew nobody was going to see him as he was and after all, he liked having the rings on his fingers so why should he not wear them. The following morning when Clay awoke the first thing he did was he looked at his rings. It took him a moment to realise that he had thought about the rings as being his, but when he did work out what he had done, it caused him to smile. When Clay had finished washing the dishes after breakfast was over, he was about to resume the cleaning that had gotten interrupted the day before, when it occurred to him that the other jewellery from the box could look as good on him as the rings did. Heading up to his room where he had left the box, he opened it once more so that he could study what was inside. Having taken stock of what was inside the box, he took from it two gold bracelets that looked like gold rocks that were connected via gold pebbles. Smiling for a moment, he then slipped the bracelets onto each of his wrists. Finding a set of beautiful ornate black stone pearl drop like earrings, Clay did not care that he did not have holes in his ears; he knew he wanted to put the earrings on. Without a second thought, he headed to his kitchen where he used the heat of his stove to heat up a needle. When the needle was red hot, he then used some powerful disinfectant to clean it as he applied an ice cube to his left earlobe. When the ear was finally numbed enough, he pushed the needle through the skin and while it stung a little, he did not care. As soon as the process was done, he did not even bother to wait before he put the earrings in the new holes. Sure, he knew it could make him sick but he did not care about that. Soon after Clay had returned to his room he made up his mind to see how he would feel if he tried on more of his grandmother's old stuff. Walking over to the closet which he had never opened he found it to be full of all sorts of things. One of the first items he found was a box of old dildos and other assorted sex toys, which he ended up setting aside. The next item that he found happened to be a box of old porn containing images of elderly women in sexual positions. Setting that aside as well, he then found a box that contained a pretty pair of black pump heels. With the heels, he had found in hand, Clay started to look at the clothing items and out of all the wonderful garments, he ended up picking out a shaper that was pleasing to his eyes. As well as the shaper, he also took a pair of panties that seemed to match it and a pair of stockings too. Having gathered the items that he wanted to try, Clay stripped off what little male clothing he had been wearing. Standing nude for a moment, he then set to work by sliding the panties up his legs. Almost the moment that he started to put the panties on he realised that they were a lot softer than anything he had ever used that was meant for a male. Compared to the lovely soft granny panties all his male underwear felt like sandpaper. Pausing for only a moment to push his small penis back between his legs, Clay finished pulling the panties on and then he moved onto the shaper. Struggling with the shaper which was unlike anything he had ever tried to wear before, he finally got it around his body and once it was done up he could feel it pushing his sides in -- giving him a softly curved hourglass figure. Even without any breasts to finish the look, he found himself smiling because he liked what he saw. Rolling the stockings into a set of balls, Clay started to unroll them up his sleek legs and as he went he smoothed them out which sent waves of pleasure running though his body. By the time that he had finished putting the stockings on and had clipped them to the clips of the shaper he had worked out that anyone who never wore stockings, really did not know the wonders they were missing out on. Everything -- from the feel of the soft stockings on his smooth legs to the way the cool air rushed around them -- felt so good to him that he wanted more. Turning to the heels that he had earlier pulled from the closet, Clay slipped them on his feet and that was when things got rather more complex. Walking in full six-inch heels was no easy task and as he tried to work out how, he found himself wondering why a woman as old as his grandmother would even want to try. As the days rolled into weeks, Clay found himself experimenting with more and more of his grandmother's old items. Finally, it reached the point where he spent all his time with female apparel on under his male clothing. It even reached such a point where had had ordered a small set of false breasts from the internet. When the breasts had arrived and he had stuck them to his chest, they made it look like he had D cup breasts. While it might have seemed odd to an outsider, he really did love the fact he appeared to have breasts, it suited his growing awareness of self. One afternoon after Clay had gotten home from doing some shopping, which caused a lot of people to look at him strangely, seeing it was easy to see that he was somewhere between male and female, he worked out that his life would be easier if people thought he was female. Having made up his mind on what he wanted to do, he walked to the closet, which was fast becoming his, and he opened the door of it. Taking a moment to look at the older style vintage clothing that was inside, his eyes fell on a sort of shiny grey long skirt and a red top with long sleeves and a white lace frill running down from the neckline across the middle of the breasts. As soon as Clay had finished putting the female clothing on, he stepped before the mirror and struck what he thought was a sexy pose. Studying his lovely female looking body encased in the long grey skirt that ended half way below his knees, and the red frilly blouse with sleeves that ended just below his elbows, he knew his body passed for female. Focusing on his face, which asides from the earrings had been mostly left untouched by what he had done, he knew it did not look female. In fact, he knew his face ruined the whole look. Sitting down at the vanity table that he had still not removed from the room Clay started to look at the different make-up items that had been left on it and while he knew what some of the items were, others left him clueless. Turning to the internet, he ended up watching over two hours of make-up video's, which gave him a fair idea of what the different items were and how they could be used. Setting to work at last he started to apply the make-up to his face just as the videos had shown him but the outcome of his first attempt was anything but beautiful. He looked like a clown and he knew it. Not being willing to give up on the idea of passing as a woman, Clay tried the make-up repeatedly. Each time he removed and reapplied his make-up he knew he was getting a little better at it. Slowly the clown became a drag queen, then in turn the drag queen gave way to a woman who used too much make-up, before finally reaching the point where his face just looked convincingly like that of a young woman. He was not happy. As he had been applying his make-up he had been constantly aware of what he was wearing and he knew the attractive young female face did not match the rest of his female identity. Starting once more, he had the idea to use light and dark eye pencils to enhance the natural lines of his face, to make them seem deeper than they were by making them darker. When Clay was done, applying the make-up that he hoped would make him look older, he looked at his face in its totality and he froze. For a long time he could not speak, what he had done to his face left him stunned. When he could at last form, a rational thought a smile crept across his now old looking female face because with his natural grey hair and the dark lines on his face, he had aged nearly forty years in as many minutes. Standing before a full-length mirror Clay looked himself up and down. Everything from the vintage style of clothing to the lines on his face and even the way he carried himself screamed older woman and he liked it that way. While Clay was trying to find something that would finish his look, he happened to find a set of old hearing aids in a draw and when he tested them, he found they still worked. Knowing that the hearing aids would go a long way to the overall image of him being an old woman, Clay installed them in his ears. As soon as the buds were in his ears and the main part of the hearing aid behind them, he found that they blocked out most of the outside world. Pausing for a moment, he then turned them both on at the same time. When the hearing aids started to work, a world that was far louder and tinnier started to echo in his ears. He knew the hearing aids were too loud but he found he could not turn them down, which meant he was faced with the choice of, either removing them or enduring the noise levels. He ended up deciding to keep the hearing aids in place because in time he would adjust to the extra noise. Having spent a long week forcing his voice to conform to the sound of an older woman Clay stood before a mirror one morning dressed in another dark grey long skirt as well as a white top with a lilac coat over it. Having adjusted the thick black belt that was around his waist to enhance it, he smiled. "I am..." said Clay in his elderly female voice, "I am Mildred O'Connell and I am an elderly woman." Having said those fateful words, Clay picked up his handbag and headed out the door to do some shopping as Mildred. About three uneventful weeks after Clay had started to live as Mildred he was just heading down town one morning when a voice stopped him. "Hello!" came the voice of an older woman as he passed a house only three doors down from where he lived. "Hello." responded Mildred as he turned to face the very pretty old lady who stood before him. Even for a woman of her age, with her long grey hair, her still shapely body, large saggy breasts, and her wrinkled face that was still prettier than that of most young women, Mildred knew in her time the woman must have been a knock out. "Are you new in these parts?" asked the woman, before she added, "I am Myrtle O'Brien, by the way." "Mildred, Mildred O'Connell," said Mildred who had practised saying that name in front of a mirror so many times that it had become second nature to him, "and yes, I am rather new to this area..." "Lonely?" "I guess it has been a little lonely since I came here." "Well then Miss Mildred O'Connell, there is bingo tonight at the local bowls club, how about you come with me?" "I think I would like that!" "Great, meet me here at 6:00 tonight." As Mildred stood there watching Myrtle wiggle her cute little bum as she returned to her house, he found himself bemused by what had just transpired. He had just been invited to a game of bingo by an older woman who he found he wanted to know more about. That night at 5:55, Mildred arrived at the front gates of Myrtle's home to find Myrtle waiting for him. "You came!" said Myrtle in an excited little voice. "I came!" responded Mildred. That night neither Mildred nor Myrtle won anything but it did have a profound effect on both of them. Their night together playing bingo had firmly rooted the seeds of friendship. For Mildred it also served to reinforce the idea that he was on the right path for his life. With a renewed focus on what he had become, soon granny panties had replaced Mildred's male underwear totally. Having thrown away his male clothing that he no longer needed he stopped wearing the shaper and swapped to a full on boned corset because he knew it would be better for forcing his body to take on the shape that he wanted it to have. It was soon after Mildred had managed to get on powerful hormones that one evening just before going to bed he removed his hearing aids. Having done so every night, removing them really was nothing odd but on this night there happened to be a police siren in the distance, and when he had removed the hearing aids, he could no longer hear it. Sitting there in the blissful silence that came with the removal of the hearing aids he did not think about what it really meant, he just accepted it was normal. As was the natural progression seeing he spent a lot of time with Myrtle at the bowls club, he finally took part in a game and not only did he prove rather skilled at it from the start but he also found that he rather liked it as well. Of course there was one little problem with all the time that Mildred spent at the bowls club, and that was that the food really messed with his belly, Every time he ate at the club he ended up needing a bathroom so badly and time after time he ignored the warning signs. "You have Crohn's disease!" said Mildred's doctor, who he had managed to fool into believing that he was an older transsexual. "I have what?" asked Mildred as he pressed his ringed hand to his sore belly. "You have Crohn's disease. Sadly it is fairly common in people of your age." "What is it and can it be treated?" "Simply put, it is chronic inflaming of your intestines. We do not know what causes it, which means we cannot cure it. However we can give you some Anti-inflammatory medicine that will reduce the swelling thus giving you some relief, but I should warn you, there will be side effects..." "Side effects?" "Yes. The drug I have in mind, while very effective has the side effect of breaking down collagen and elastin." "So what does that mean for me?" "It means your skin will sag rather more quickly than naturally and your wrinkles will become deeper." "I can live with that! I mean if it gets rid of some of the discomfort." As Mildred sat there, he knew beyond just being able to live with saggy skin and wrinkles, he relished the thought. With that, the doctor who did not know how truly excited the side effects made Mildred made out a prescription and after that, Mildred was on his way. Around a month after Mildred had started to take the new medicine he was visiting Myrtle one afternoon. Having taken a mouthful of some peppermint tea, he felt his insides turn and for the fifth time that day, he rushed to the bathroom. "What is going on with you?" asked a concerned Myrtle. "I," said Mildred as he sat down with a sigh, "I have Crohn's disease and well... let us just say I am worried I might get caught short..." "Oh I know how that is... No really I do, I also suffer from Crohn's disease." "So how do you..." "Manage it?" "Yes!" "Medicine and a safety net." "A safety net?" With that, Myrtle stood up and walked out of the room. When she returned after being gone for a few minutes, Mildred noticed that she was holding something that looked like a large puffy pair of panties made out of a paper like cloth. "What is this?" asked Mildred as Myrtle handed him the item. "It is an adult incontinence device," responded Myrtle, "you should go put it on in place of your panties; it will give you some peace of mind when you start having issues." Moments after that had been said Mildred stood in Myrtle's bathroom removing his panties, as he got ready to put the adult diaper on. Pausing for a second, he found himself wondering why he was doing what he was doing but in the end, he decided that he was doing it for Myrtle. Having slipped the diaper on and having let his skirt settle around it, Mildred took a step forwards and as his hearing aids started to amplify the noise of the diaper rustling between his legs he started to blush a little. Every step he took, he could hear the noise the diaper made and he found himself wondering how people could live with such noise. As the day went by, he quickly found out because over time he stopped noticing the sounds. That evening before heading home, Mildred made a stop at his local chemist where he ended up buying a bag of diapers and from that moment, they became part of his life. Myrtle was right; they really did give him peace of mind that if he was caught short, they would take care of any problems. With time, continuing to roll on Mildred started to become uncomfortable with his false breasts. Under the false breasts his real breasts were starting to grow, which was one big problem. A second big problem was that Mildred had a very fixed idea of how he should appear and the perky D cup breasts just did not match the image he had in his mind. Turning to the internet once more Mildred started to look into breast implants, but not just any breast implants, he wanted ones that would make his breasts sag. In the end, it took him weeks to find what he was looking for, a process that by over filling the implants and then reducing them would cause the breasts to sag. Almost the day that Mildred had found that there was a way for him to get the saggy breasts that he wanted so badly he made an appointment. Of course it did not turn out that easy, it never did. There was a barrage of questions that somehow were meant to test if he was suitable for the implants and then there were physical tests to see if his body was suitable. When finally Mildred had met all the requirements and had paid, he was sent off to get his dream implants. Weeks of healing later, as Mildred stepped in front of his mirror for the first real time to study his breasts he knew everything had been so very worth it. The time, the money, the discomfort, even the pain had been worth it, just for that moment, to stand before the mirror with those large hanging breasts that had over four inches of sag - breasts that bounced against his upper belly when he moved -- it was a moment of pure bliss. When finally Mildred went to get dressed, he made a change to what he wore. Just before slipping his diaper on, he added something new to the mix. It was a very real looking fake vagina, which was designed in such a way that he could feel anything inside the vagina on the side of his penis. Fully dressed in a floral summer dress with a heavy black bra under it to hold his breasts in place, Mildred decided to pay Myrtle a visit, because he wanted to see his friend. Almost the moment that Mildred arrived one of the first things out of Myrtle's red wrinkly lips caused him to be shocked and to blush at the same time. "Did you have some work done while you were away?" asked Myrtle as she stirred the tea. "What?" asked a shocked Mildred. "Your new breasts, they are by far hotter than your old ones... I am sure you agree!" Mildred was too shocked to respond. "Anyway," said Myrtle as she broke the silence, "next week is the bowls club annual Christmas party..." "Okay?" said Mildred. "Each of us brings a plate of something, so what might you be bringing?" Oh well... I did not know there was even such an event... so let me think, what am I good at cooking?" For a few moments, Mildred just sat there as he thought about what he was good at cooking. "Oh I can bring a few lemon cheese cakes!" said Mildred at last. "That sounds fine." responded Myrtle. "So what will you be bringing?" "Oh I always bring a wine cooked lamb." "Sounds tasty!" Just under a week after that conversation, everyone from the bowls club gathered for the Christmas party and that was where things got a little dodgy for Mildred. Between one to many helpings of Myrtle's wine cooked lamb and some over powered rum-balls, Mildred had ended up so drunk that the night became a blur with only a few moments that made sense. During the night, Mildred remembered dancing with Myrtle, he remembered Myrtle grinding her knee into his crotch many times, and he remembered her resting her head on his breasts. In another moment of clarity he remembered them dancing together, it was a slow dance and his crotch was burning in a way he had never felt before. As the night went on there were many tiny flashes before one long clear one. Mildred remembered sitting somewhere, his left shoulder hurt and Myrtle was massaging it. He did not know how his shoulder had come to be hurt, all he really knew was that the longer Myrtle massaged his shoulder for, the hotter he became down stairs. Finally, with no erection to speak of, he felt an explosion of heat down stairs and for a moment, he thought he was peeing himself, but it felt too good. Struggling as he felt the alcohol in his system start to pull him back under, he remembered Myrtle sticking her hand down the front of his diaper. He remembered her pulling it out all covered in thick white goo, and he remembered her speaking. "I think you creamed your panties!" said Myrtle with a giggle. Mildred really was not sure what happened after that point. When Mildred next reached a point of awareness, he found himself lying on his back, totally nude with Myrtle between his legs. He could feel her with her tongue deep inside his fake vagina, which she did not seem to know was not real. Of course his mind was only on the fact that it was fake for a moment because the feeling... oh the feeling that Myrtle's expert tongue invoked in his body sent shock waves into his toes. Drowned by the rapturous feelings and the alcohol Mildred lost himself totally in the orgasm that was building. Mildred awoke in bed at first light with an epiphany. Standing up slowly Mildred raised both hands so they were at neck height. "No longer am I a young man," whispered Mildred, "I am Mildred O'Connell. I am an old woman trapped in the body of a young man, and this shall not stand! I wish to be free..." Having made her declaration of self, Mildred turned on her still heeled feet and she walked to the bathroom to clean herself up before she set to work. Soon after she had spent time in the bathroom so she could clean herself up after her wonderful night, Mildred ate breakfast and then she went to her computer. Hours passed as she hunted online for answers on how she could enhance the effects that the medicine she was already taking, had caused. Just as she was about to give up she found out about a set of very harsh chemicals that had once been used to ripen fruit on some farms. This chemical caused human skin to look like it was old, if the two were exposed to each other. Due to the fact that the chemical had long since been banned due to the effects of it on human skin, the effects she wanted, it took Mildred weeks to track down a farmer that not only would admit to having some, but would sell it to her. Not giving a damn about the risks that the chemical could have on her, she poured it into her bathtub and then she removed all her clothing before plunging into the mix. For weeks, after Mildred's insane bath, her skin itched but it quickly became apparent that it had worked because her skin started to become leathery and dry. From the first signs of aging to the point where her skin was old and leathery complete with liver spots, it only took about a month, which caused her to giggle when she worked out that her skin had aged ten years for every seven days. When the process finally ended and Mildred's skin stopped itching she was happy with the results, because she knew, it bought her that one- step closer to being the old woman that she really was. Having entered into a full on lesbian relationship with Myrtle, things went very well for Mildred for a long time but one day she hit a small road bump. "You know," said Myrtle, "I love your old body, I really do, and I love you even more but there is one thing about you that drives me crazy..." "What is that?" asked an alarmed Mildred. "You walk too quickly." That evening as Mildred clipped a cameo around her neck, she paused for a moment to think about what Myrtle had said and she quickly worked out that Myrtle was right, for an old woman she really did walk too quickly. Thinking the problem over, she worked out that when she had taken to wearing heels she had taken a hit to how fast she could move. Pondering the fact heels slowed her down she started to wonder if higher heels would slow her down more. The following morning with the idea that heels might just have been the answer to her problem, Mildred went shoe shopping. Hunting around for the highest shoe that she could find, she ended up settling on a set of black shiny ballet heels. Of course, when she went to pay for the heels she could see the look on the woman's face -- the woman was wondering why an old lady would want such a pair of heels. Naturally, in the end it did not matter, money was money and her money spoke. That evening in the safety of her room, Mildred pulled the ballet heels on and when she tried to stand up in them, she almost fell over. For hours and hours she practised walking in the ballet heels until she was stable on her feet and that was when she knew her plan had worked, the heels really did slow her down so much that she walked like Myrtle. Looking down at her ballet heeled feet, which were bent at an almost ninety-degree angle Mildred knew they looked good and even did the task she wanted them to do but at the same time, she knew she could not walk around with them visible. Knowing that she needed to cover the heels up, she went to her closet to see what she could find in the way of full- length dresses. What she ended up finding was that the only full length dresses or skirts that she had, all looked like they came from the late eighteen hundreds or early nineteen hundreds -- still it was all she had so she started to wear them. Over the months that followed nothing, more was said about the fact that Mildred walked faster than Myrtle because that was no longer the case. Thanks to the heels, Mildred had been slowed down to the point where she and Myrtle could happily walk along hand in hand without either of them having to alter their speed to stay beside the other. When all the checks and balances aligned for Mildred she got something that she had been waiting on for so long, a letter from one of her doctors that cleared her to have her sex change operation. Deciding to waste no time at all, just two weeks after she had gotten her letter, she was lying in a hospital bed as she waited for the operation that would let her part company with her second head as it was converted into a wrinkled old cherry. Waking up after the operation to be given the all clear that everything had gone smoothly was the best day of Mildred's life, or that was until the day she was fully healed and got a first chance to see as well as touch her new opening. It was pure bliss as her wrinkled old leathery ring encrusted fingers danced over her wrinkled but soft new opening. With her eyes rolling back in her head slightly, more from the mental pleasure of the moment, she wondered how it would feel to have Myrtle's tongue in there, now it was one hundred percent her own flesh. When Mildred returned to her new old life, she quickly found that she no longer needed the heels to walk slowly as something in her legs had changed and speed was no longer an issue for her. Knowing that she no longer had to hide anything she quickly put her diaper on and then she pulled on a fetching pink dress suit that she had wanted to wear for so long. They say absence makes the heart grow fonder and certainly, for Mildred and Myrtle that was the case. The second each saw the other; they rushed towards each other as fast as their old legs could take them. When they met in the middle each took the other in their arms and with old saggy breasts pushed into old saggy breasts, they locked lips. When finally the kiss was over both women found, their knees were so shaky that both of them felt as if they could fall down and melt into each other. "I love you!" said Mildred who was no longer afraid to admit the truth. "I love you too." responded Myrtle who only wished she could have met Mildred when they were both younger. In the weeks after Mildred's return from the operation that had set her free, she started to work out that there were still some ways that she was very different from the woman she loved, and different from most other old women. Deciding that she wanted to bridge the gap so that she could fully emulate the old woman that she was in her mind she set to work on making some stranger changes to her life. The first thing that she started with was the strange process of unlearning some learnt biological functions. For an outsider what she was doing might have seemed insane but from her point of view, it was the only thing she could do. When finally Mildred had unlearnt what she wanted to unlearn, which bought her one stop closer to being the woman that she wished to be, she started on another phase of her change. Finding out everything that she could about Myrtle's tastes in music, her worldviews and even her views about modern technology, Mildred slowly started to change those parts of herself so that she liked the same music that Myrtle did. In the end, she had the same worldviews as Myrtle and even the same views about computers that Myrtle had, namely that they were scary things. All the changes that Mildred had undergone made her a far different person from the pop music loving left leaning tech savvy heterosexual young male, she had once been. She had become a right leaning elderly lesbian who liked music from the forties or fifties and who was scared of modern technology to the point where she would not use it. With no trace of the young man that the world had thought she was, left in her Mildred quickly moved in with Myrtle so they could spend the rest of their lives together as a hot elderly couple. For Mildred there was no question about what she was doing, she was an elderly lesbian and that was all she was. That was all she was ever meant to be. In the end, it did not matter to Mildred or Myrtle how long or short the time they had might have been, because when one has found truelove, time ceased to have meaning. End.