The is a work of erotic fiction. Any resemblance to persons or events is coincidental and you shouldn't be a minor reading this.
Jean Hughfort was many things. A bestselling author. A mother of two. A divorcee. A one-term state senator. A lobbyist for education. The list went on, but none of it seemed to matter. Front of mind, for her, was that she was coming up on sixty and desperate to accomplish more. This was why she had taken a risk on a new "reverse-aging" cream that claimed to provide the user with increased vitality and vigor.
The container was small, probably the size of an acrylic paint bottle. It smelled lovely, in a musky, wood-infused kind of way. It felt great on her fingers. She dabbed some on her face before bed that night. When she woke the next morning, many of her wrinkles had lessened--if not faded away entirely.
"It really works," she said, hand to her smoother cheek. She applied a bit more to her face and some to her hands and arms. It was warm out that morning, so the heat on her skin didn't register as out of the ordinary. At least, not until she stopped for lunch and noticed her arms.
Not only were they smoother they were also fuller--as if she had literally gotten younger! These little discoveries went on for a week until she decided to do something far more daring.
"I wonder what you'll do to my girls," she mused as she squirted a good bit of the cream onto her chest. Her hands, constantly exposed to the cream, had become flawless. She had even been approached to be a hand model. She used her years-younger fingers to rub the cream into her sagging breasts. It took a moment for her body to respond but the now familiar heat soon enveloped her bust. She watched, in awe, as not only did her breasts regain firmness they also seemed to get bigger.
"A little more can't hurt, right?" she said to herself, squirting a little bit more into her hands. There was an almost overwhelming amount of sensation this time. Had the cream done something to her nerve endings as well? Whatever it was, it felt amazing. She was still rubbing her breasts when they started to grow this time, so there was no mistaking what she was seeing. Her flesh was springy now, in a way that almost seemed unnatural. It was even more pronounced than at the height of her time breastfeeding when her boobs had been taut with milk.
What else could this stuff do to her?
"I wonder," she mused. "If I mixed some with my shampoo and used it in my hair--or maybe my conditioner would work better?"
The potential was all the encouragement she needed. She went to the shower without a moment's hesitation and screwed the top off of her conditioner. The moisture-focused formula was thick and heavy, perfect for letting the cream sit in her hair for a good long while. She didn't really measure as she added, but it was enough cream to get the bottle back to full from around the three-quarters mark.
Giddy, she decided to take a shower right then and there. The cream-infused conditioner tingled as she worked it into her scalp and hair. While long enough to reach her back, her silver-streaked brown hair wasn't styled at all. It just kind of... was. What would it look like in a moment?
What she had not anticipated was the sensation that followed the tingle. The world tilted for a moment. When it returned to normal, Jean now thought of herself as Jeannie. She couldn't quite explain it, but it felt like her personality itself had somehow gotten younger. She still had all her lived experiences. Still had all of her memories. However, there was an eagerness and an optimism there which she had lost long ago.
"I can't wait to go out tonight!" she said to herself, excited at the prospect.
Then she went to rinse out her hair and she realized that the run-off would trail down her whole body. She was about to get a full body dose of this wonder cream! For the first time in years, she started to feel horny.
"Oh, yeah," she said to herself, half moaning. "I bet I can get some young stud to come home with me."
The creamy water felt like a cascade of caresses as it traveled down her body. All over, she could feel the burn. Her stomach shed some weight. Her arms and legs put on some muscle. Her breasts got a little heavier. The aches in her hips and feet faded away. Much to her surprise, she started to rub her clit with her fingers as she savored the feeling of rejuvenation. Her hips pressed into her hand while her other finished rising out her hair.
She wasn't thinking when she grabbed the conditioner again and put a dollop in her palm. Lost in a haze of long-lost pleasure, she rubbed the mixture into her full bush as she began to finger herself. Her free hand cupped a boob and lifted it to her lips.Her back met the tile as she masturbated for the first time in almost ten years. She moaned like never before as her clit, labia, and even her pussy as a whole swelled in size. There was a flicker of shame that quickly gave way to enjoying herself to the fullest. She slid down the wall as her fingering grew faster. She was so close now. So very close!
Jeannie's body tensed as an orgasm burst outward from her pussy before relaxing in the wake of the pleasure. Her butt hit the floor. She was gasping for breath. The water had gotten cold, though she only realized it now. How long had she been in the shower?
Turning off the water, she grabbed a towel and pulled it around herself. In the mirror, she realized her hair had completely transformed. Her plain-looking brown had brightened to a strawberry blonde. Even with it wet, she knew that it was full of life in a way her hair had never managed before.
She took her time toweling off before stepping over to her closet. Nothing she had was going to do her new physique justice. She'd have to go shopping before going out. She couldn't wait.
Jeannie settled on a cute little number of red satin that clung to her rejuvenated body just enough to give a bit more than a hint of what was underneath it. Below that, she had on some of the sexiest underwear she had ever purchased. Her hair had been a cinch to style and that plus her expertly applied makeup gave her a look that said 'older woman looking for a good time' and then some.
As such, it was cake to get into a nightclub that she'd never have dared to visit before. People made space for her at the bar. Drinks were offered almost at once. She had never been much of a party girl, even back in her college days, but something about this felt like 'old hat' now. Drinking felt natural. Shots didn't even seem to phase her.
On the dance floor, she managed to move with a practiced grace that was entirely new to her. At some point she found herself dancing with a woman who was just the right amount of masculine. She was buff without being overly muscled. She was tall, but not too tall. Better yet, she had big hands that could grab hold of Jeannie's entire ass.
There were some kisses. Some making out in a booth. Some grinding on a thigh that was wide enough to ride. Jeannie was surprised by this new her. She would never have considered doing anything like what she was doing. She would have never been this intimate with a woman, or this brazenly sexual, either. It felt right though. She was sexy, so why not flaunt it? Why not capitalize on it?
So she invited the woman--Leena--back to her place and things got going the moment they came in the door. This time, making out included a thick finger inside her. Jeannie found herself under Leena on her couch. With her shirt off, Leena was even more appealing with her perfect abs. Then came the surprise.
"You're--"
