This choice: 89 year old granny, wealthy, 5 ft 9in • Go Back...Chapter #589 year old granny, wealthy, 5 ft 9in by: Unknown As she stood there she began to feel all tingly.
"Jeff, what did you just do to me?"
"Uhhh, well, it seems I have this program that..."
"And why do my clothes feel so tight--mom just bought me this outfit yesterday."
"Listen Katie, I would go into your room and take those off quick--I'll get you some clothes that will fit--trust me."
"Well, okay brother, but make it quick--we aren't getting any younger as mom would say."
"Boy you just aren't kidding," he remarked.
As he walked toward the guest bedroom, he heard her say from behind the door,"What was that?
"Nothing sis, just get those clothes off asap and I'll be right back."
While Jeff proceeded to get some of his grandmothers clothes from the closet, Katie checked herself in the mirror as she passed into her twenties.
"Have to consider pledging a sorority next year," she told herself as she checked herself over, her long blonde hair cascading down to her butt now.
She continued to race through time, while Jeff got sidetracked. He got a nice skirt, a knitted sweater and flowery top, as well as one of grams old bras and a girdle. He picked
up a pair of gram's horn rimmed glasses on their beaded chain, a long skirt, and some comfortable shoes. He also picked up a cane for good measure. As he headed to the
kitchen to get a bag for it all, he heard his sister holler, "What's taking ya so long--person could get old waiting for you. Long as you are still out there, please bring your Auntie
Kate a lemonaid, feeling kinda parched. Wonder what made me wander round without clothes anyway."
"You thought no one was here and decided to take a shower when I walked in--that is why you are having me fetch your clothes."
"That's good dear, cause the ones in here on the bed sure as hell wouldn't fit me."
Jeff headed to the kitchen, and while getting a lemonade for her decided to make himself a sandwich and grabbed a Dr Pepper for good measure.
Just then there was a knock at the door.
"Is Katie here," asked one of her little friends.
"Not right now--she is kind of out of your network in a manner of speaking."
"Yeah, well just tell her Tanya came by."
"I'll let her know,"he told her as he slammed the door shut, and then got caught up in a football game on TV
--which actually gave him an idea for after this got done.
"Ya got them clothes fer me yet there young un," she rattled, at which point Jeff remembered to go back and get a back and then knocked on the door.
"Thankee dearie, took ya long nuff," came the voice from the room, as a weathered hand reached out and gingerly took the things from him.
A few moments later, the door slowly opened to reveal his sister--errr, now looking more like an 89 year old granny. Her hair had become a white mass of soft curls that came
just to her shoulders, her breasts two deflated melons, though for some reason she had some very expensive looking rings and some elegant pearl earings as well as a couple
strings of pearls. He wondered why he had made such a big deal about the clothes, as everything about the room, clothes included, were what would be right for an old lady.
She seemed a touch shorter even to him as she cackled to herself. "Silly a me ta have ya get all a that, when I could a gotten it outa my own room--though I
really wanted to wear this outfit an ah thankee kindly. Now, would my favoreet great gandson like to escort his old rich granny to breakist--my treat of course. Jes hands
me ma cane an weeell geet a going there young un."
As Jeff went to get her cane...
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