Morgan Childs was in an ecstatic mood, an invite had dropped onto her mat this morning, and it was to a reunion of her former classmates, she had no idea how she had been tracked down. Her family had left the area shortly after leaving school, and she had never returned there, the few friends, if she could loosely term them as such had been left happily behind.
She had always been the brunt of their jokes, taking the Mickey, sometimes very cruelly too. But she had got through it all, gained good grades, had gone to a local college where they had moved to, and now she was married to a very successful business man, wanted for nothing, had all the money she needed, and moved in the right circles.
The only blot on her personal landscape was the lack of children, her husband had been found to fire blanks when it came to having children, and on top of that, the higher he got in his own world of business the less amorous he had become, she sometimes wondered if he was one of "them."
But all in all apart from a couple of lapses because of drink, she had succumbed to 2 men, she had remained faithful, as best as she could. Not that she didn't have a lack of admirers, oh no, she was a lovely gorgeous woman.
But she wasn't the woman she had grown into from her schooldays, the reasons for her torture from boys and the girls were her looks. No, at school her teeth were crooked, her eye sight was bad, she had worn thick glasses, which were constantly stolen, broken, or thrown over a hedge.
Her hair which was really nice, it had a shine and hung well, but the colour was a continuing source of embarrassment. It was, in her opinion, the worst, it was a mousey brown and she hated it. So she never ever took care of it, it was always tied tight behind her head.
She had a nice face, even lovely, but because of her self generating deformities, she could never even hope to look like some of the "beauties" that hurt her so. She was above average height, about 5ft 7", her weight was rather more than it should have been. And her dress sense suited the way she felt about her self.
The change in her looks and fortunes declared themselves when her one and only true friend had persuaded her after she had left school to go with her to a hairdresser and beauty parlour.
Sara had made her go, and after talking to the owner who was her very own sister, she had slowly transformed Morgan. The first thing she did was give her a real makeover, a brand new hairstyle, and coloured her hair to a wonderful chestnut sheen. Morgan was truly amazed at the difference it had made.
She was also made to visit the dentist where her teeth were straightened and whitened, and they lit her entire face with the dazzling smile she now had.
Following that was laser treatment on her eyes, her glasses were thrown away. Sara and her sister showed her how to dress and the change was electrifying. Achange in her demeanour was gained when she was shown how to walk like the beautiful woman she was becoming. A year after her beginning, came the end, she truly was an ugly duckling turned into a beautiful swan.
She and Sara enrolled in a gym, and months of work followed, her body reduced in size and from that emerged a gorgeous sexy woman, her skin was flawless, it was as smooth as a baby's bottom. And Sara and her beautician sister showed her how to use make up.
She really was the consummate beauty now, but there were two things Morgan wanted to do before she declared her new self, once she had got the courage to tell Sara that is. She wanted to enhance her top lip, it was smaller than the lower one, it was the right shape, but she wanted them to be a matching pair. And she wanted the little bump taken from her nose, and the end rounded a little instead of the point it had now.
Morgan was now the beauty she knew she was inside herself, nature just needed a little helping hand. Now men and boys were falling over themselves to woo her, but it took a further year for her confidence was to get anywhere near matching her looks.
She had more boyfriends than she knew what to do with, and with all that emerged the consummate elegant confident beauty. The only mistake she admitted to making was to marry her husband, they had met and she could see in him a secure future, it was the wrong way to do things, but she wanted to feel safe.
And that's what he offered, so they married, and now 10 years on, she had all she could ever want, except.
Her first thoughts on seeing the invite, which was for 2 weeks hence were. 'You just wait until your eyes fall on me, you won't know who I am, you will have to guess.' And those thought enlightened her current mood.
But a troubling thought filled her mind too. Would Gary Abler be there, what would he be like to now after all these years? He had taken her virginity, she had always had more than a soft spot for him, his rugged good looks, his offhanded manner to nearly every girl in the school, his numerous girlfriends, they chased him everywhere.
He had started chatting to her, she later found out it had been a dare from a spurious friend. One day he had got her alone behind the school and if they hadn't been disturbed he would have got her right there. She had always been surprised when she played with her own nipples, it excited her no end, but when Gary had played with them her feet left the floor!
He had got her so breathless with his kisses, his body, his hot body tight to her willing one. When they had heard someone coming he had shot off, Morgan nearly fell down, her legs were like rubber and she couldn't get her breath, such was her excitement.
And then it had happened again, this time he had her blouse open, feeling her budding tits and squeezing her nipples. His knee was pressing up and down on her quivering virgin pussy. She hung onto him unable to protect herself, not that she wanted to, and as his hand was disappearing up her dress for the final conquest, they heard a cough, the moment gone, they left it at that.
'No one,' she thought, 'knows I have a body underneath all my ugly exterior.' She was sexually very receptive, her nipples were already sensual to the touch, her vagina was ready to be boiled dry at times, but because no one ever really looked at her, they all missed what was there!
It was to be the third time he got her alone that her virginity left her, and it was as good as she had been told it would be, if not better, she had no idea of what to do. He had her nipples screaming in her mind, her body was on fire. She did know she'd had an orgasm, her body told her that, and it was wonderful. Gary had done it all, along with her. She was now a woman, in her own eyes.
She was now totally in love with him, only to find out that he didn't love her. Her heart broken she never went near another boy again. But her mind was saying to her. 'I hope Gary is there at the reunion.'
She spent the following week searching for and trying on all sorts of very expensive gowns and dresses. Then with nothing in sight she saw the very item she knew was her!
It was a slinky silk traffic light red colour, bright blinding red. A long cross strapped evening gown, plunging neckline that showed off her terrific cleavage, and even more plunging at the back where it terminated right above where her cheeks separated, they could just be glimpsed. It was also split from heel to hip up one side.
