Beatrice was tired, inside and out. She was divorced, her kids had flown the nest and her body looked even older than she was at 56- she'd never taken much time to care for herself and she felt it in her bones. She had never been very pretty- she'd gotten married after accidentally being knocked up by her first boyfriend at an age far too young- but now she was withered to boot.
She was sitting in a dimly lit waiting room on a Friday evening for a clinic she never remembered existing on the floor above a convenience store. They'd put some leaflet under her door about a trial for "revolutionary de-aging program." Beatrice wasn't stupid, but she wasn't exactly savvy either, and out of desperation she felt she had to try. Now she was feeling a bit nervous.
A young, fit looking male doctor approached her out of a doorway and said her name- she smiled, and he came to shake her hand- and that's when the memories faded.
She woke up, in her own bed, alone. Morning light was streaming in. Dazed, she looked around- it was clear she herself had gotten home and got into her granny-like nightie but she had no recollection. There was also something off... A big electronic-looking panel floated in front of her, like a VR heads-up display she'd seen when her grandson had tried to get her to play Superhot VR. Beatrice instinctively touched her face to see if she was wearing any strange headset or glasses, but all she found was that she gave herself a light slap.
The display said this:
"Welcome to the Stimulated New Age trial. As you have been briefed, your body should now be in a near-100% accurate state that it was when you were in your 20s. This includes inside and out- any signs of aging have been reversed. The only caveat is that we do not yet have the technology to reintroduce the ability to become pregnant as of Trial Beta 12."
Beatrice looked down at herself and she noticed that she wasn't wrinkly anymore, her hands smooth, and nothing ached in that subtle way she had just grown to live with. She let out a gasp and smiled, before looking up at the display again- still hovering above her.
"As your doctor will have told you, unfortunately there is a catch. For reasons unknown but thoroughly documented, your body will revert to its original state permanently after 1 day, unless the following is performed daily: one sexual act with a unique person whicy involves the expulsion of semen."
Beatrice frowned to herself. What the fuck?! This was like some perv's dream version of a fairy tail. She was surely having a nightmare.
"Definitions included:
Sexual act: anything that involves the person expelling semen. The semen must make contact with your body either externally or internally. Penetration does not have to be involved.
Unique person: the person you extract semen from has to be one that you have never collected semen from in the duration of the trial. Repeated encounters will not work."
Beatrice was dismayed. What had she agreed to? She hadn't had sex in years, she had given up having anything inside her other than her trusty dildo over a decade ago. She was beginning to panic a bit. Okay, she thought, take this one step at a time. Let's get out of bed and look in the mirror.
Staring back at her was her 20-year old self. A plain face, shoulder length brown hair, no wrinkles. She stripped off her nightie- her body was the same, smooth, lean, with a flat chest and a booty not even worth talking about. Unremarkable, but YOUNG. She felt a little giddy running her hands over her young body. She caught herself smiling as her hands cupped her tiny a-cup tits.
She didn't want to give it up. She knew she had work to do.
Beatrice looked up online the easiest way to have a hookup- she thought about the bar but it was still 10am and she knew there wouldn't be hot studs there right now, and she was feeling antsy. She found a dating app and downloaded it, feeling quite out of the loop. She filled in her profile, naming herself "Beau," putting her age as 20 and noting that she was looking for hot action, and took an alluring photo of herself with her breasts pushed up by an ancient bra she found at the back of the cupboard she hadn't worn in years.
She had only just finished her profile when she saw multiple people had already "liked" her. How bizarre. She started swiping, nervous but excited, rejecting a couple of men that said they desperately wanted children but finally matching with a tall man that was "looking for fun" called Joe.
Joe: "Are you real? Lol"
Beau: "Of course I'm real, why?"
Joe: "most girls as pretty as you wanting hot action are bots"
Beau: "Honestly I don't even know what a bot is. But I promise you I'm real and I'm desperate."
Beatrice looked around her room- it was categorically somewhere an old person lived, not a 20 year old.
Beau: "Can you host?"
