When you take off the nighty your surprised to see a support girdle wrapped around your body, you suppose it makes sense considering your meant to be an old woman. You walk over to a set of drawers and take out a pair of large granny panties and pull them up your shaved legs. They are a little tight around your package but otherwise comfortable. Next come a pair of brown leg stockings, which, once on, feel strange as having such skintight clothes is a complete new experience.
You then move over to the wardrobe and look for something vaguely manly, but once again there are only skirts, dresses and floral blouses. Reluctanly you settle for a pink blouse with a sunflower pattern and a long black skirt. Finally you go to get some shoes only to find sandals and high heels. You settle for a pair of golden coloured sandals, not yet ready for the challenge of heels. Finally to complete the look you pick up your grandmothers familiar looking glasses with a beaded chain, and put them on, immediately you notice an improvement. You head downstairs then.
Your mother turns around and says "Ah mum, your up. Good. You need to take your heart medication, I left it on the table next to your oatmeal. "
"Why thank you deary," you say, surprised at your croaky feminine voice. You shuffle over to the table, suddenly aware of your achey joints and sit down, painfully aware of the breeze now travelling up your skirt. You quickly swallow the yellow pills and begin to scoff down the meal. While you eat...
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