I faded into consciousness and realized that I was in my family's guest room. Oh... it must've just been a dream. I didn't run over anybody after all!
Wait... why was I in the guest room? Wasn't Aunt Deborah staying in our home while she sorted out some marruage troubles? Come to think of it, I was feeling a little... distorted. Sleepily, I got out of bed and realized something was wrong with the way that my body was jiggling. Then I looked in the mirror and saw this woman staring back at me.
Holy shit! My reflection was Aunt Deborah! "What the hell?" I exclaimed. Wait... so what that crazy old lady said wasn't a lie? I was really destined to spend my days as an older woman?
I couldn't take my eyes off my new body. I stared down at Aunt Deborah's form that was so alien to me. I was wearing a black bra and matching panties. This whole experience was just horrible.
I realized getting dressed would be better than looking at a half naked Aunt Deborah. I reached into her dresser and pulled out some yoga pants and realized something. You'd always noticed that Aunt Deborah had a very saggy ass. It was quite gross to look at, and she always wore yoga pants. I reached back and felt the ass that was always so disgusting. I shuddered.
I got dressed quickly, without changing the underwear. I doubted I would ever be able to do that.
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