Looking back i can confirm that the hospital visit didn't go as planned. After a routine procedure I noticed the way that the 3 doctors and a senior consultant were looking worried and chatting in a hushed way. What was it I said to myself. My head felt a little fuzzy [strange] and I had the usual urge to dress when I got home. [ as always after seeing so many beautiful ladies]
All fine sir, nothing to report, a picture of health, your free to go.
Oh well, fantastic I thought.
After arriving back at my late aunts home which I was looking after, I began to feel drained, my hips were starting to pain me, I headed to the bathroom for a splash of cold water...... suddenly I slumped to the floor and passed out.
Upon awakening I knew things had changed.
Gone was the drab out came the glam.
Time to visit my late Aunt's boudoir and felt as I felt the strong urge to emulate her.
I started with the vintage corset, seamed barely black stockings, black lace bra, a red chiffon dressing gown finished with matching 5" Mules.
Makeup next, applying it like a seasoned professional. Fixed my hair and choosing my dress I approached the full length mirror.
Slipping out of the chiffon gown I wriggle my voluptuous physic in to the slender black dress. Her dress now mine....
😉
I had become Veronica Collins.!! Aunt, mature and gorgeous. Earings, a necklace a splash of perfume and, grabbing my clutch bag I needed to head out to look for my prey....
My Aunt was bisexual, it seems only right to carry on the tradition.😘
If there ever was a fantasy, this would be the one.♥️
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