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I woke up on October 5th, my 65th birthday, in a twenty-one-year-olds body. My first clue came when I awoke to an abundance of energy rare for me. The first big shock came when I raised my hand to push my hair from my sleepy eyes and saw soft smooth skin. The hair that hand touched was long, soft and wavy. Nothing like my thin, straight hair. Fear skittered through me even as I acknowledged to myself that I had not felt so good for a long time. What is happening? As I got out of bed to head for the bathroom I saw a fine pair of legs ending at pretty feet with painted nails in a soft coral. Rushing to the en-suite bathroom I froze in front of the mirror staring at a beautiful, I mean genuinely, without makeup, beautiful, young woman staring …show more content…

Being in her young body is a real joyful experience. I have none of the usual pain from a back ache nor the burning misery of inflamed sciatica. There appears to be no arthritis in my hip and these hands have a firm and strong grip. Platinum blond hair fell to the curve of my impressive, well shaped rear end and was soft, thick, wavy and full. Even just out of bed it had a sweet, sexy, mussed look unlike the gross bed head I am used to waking with. The silky nightie I wore outlined high pert breasts. A small, well-defined waist, accented both the perky breasts and the rounded hips. This body came darn close to Barbie Doll status but is much nicer because it is real and better proportioned. I admired the small pearly white teeth behind the growing smile in the mirror. Oh my gosh, dimples too? On either side of her lush, well-shaped mouth with its pouty bottom lip is slight indents that appeared when a smile lit up her face. The greenish blue eyes appeared coated in high gloss resin with the way they glittered and shined. The more I became familiar with the person in the mirror the more I wanted to stay right where I am. Even though I looked good in my twenties, I never came close to this level of beauty. That may be a good thing, I would have been a nasty piece of work. If I grew into looking like this I may have gotten a little full of myself I

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