Demi Denatured
This story is satire
Demi waited for her date at the restaurant with a mixture of confidence and trepidation. She hadn’t been dating for quite some time, so she was eager to meet someone. But it was hard for her to find someone up to her standards.
Of course, not just any guy would do for her. She was a famous actress, after all. Since she didn’t like to date fellow movie stars – too much drama – she’d often try to get matched men who were leaders in other professions. She’d tried brilliant doctors, successful lawyers, and obscenely rich bankers. Yet, during each encounter, she had come away with the feeling that none of them quite measured up to her youthful beauty and celebrity success.
“Sorry I’m a bit late,” replied her date, Simon, as he finally approached her table. “Had to do something for work.”
“And what is it that you do?” Demi asked, trying to size him up.
“You might say I’m a bioengineer, among many other things.” Simon replied cryptically.
“I…might say that?” Demi replied, a little confused by the answer.
“Well, yes. I have some very promising technologies for DNA that I’m developing. But it’s in the preliminary testing stages, I haven’t sold my company to Pfizer or anything like that…yet,” Simon explained.
“Ah. I see,” Demi replied, already a little disappointed. Why did she let her friends set her up on dates anyway? This guy obviously wasn’t a success. Not up to her standards of what a success was, anyway.
At nearly 19, Demi had achieved more success than most did in their whole lifetimes. She was a singer, a songwriter, and actress, and a millionaire. She was young and gorgeous. Was it too much to ask to have someone worthy?
“I could show you some of my designs, if you are ever interested. DNA is fascinating to me,” Simon continued, oblivious to Demi’s indifference.
“You can show me whatever you’d like,” Demi said, “but if you want to make it big you should invent a fountain of youth for your DNA. Celebrities like me would go crazy for that to make their looks last forever.”
Simon slowly chuckled. How close she was to the truth of what he had…
“So, what would you like to order?” Demi asked. She preferred to order and eat quickly, and get the date over with soon. Fortunately, before Simon could answer, the waiter walked up to them.
“I’ll have the prime rib special, and the lady will have the same,” Simon said as the waiter silently nodded. “And bring us a bottle of your best chardonnay.”
Demi smiled approvingly at the choice of an expensive beverage, but was a little peeved at having someone else pick out her food. “You know, Simon,” she began. “I can’t possibly finish something like that. I keep myself on a very strict diet to keep my figure intact.”
“By intact, do you mean starved?” Simon started to say under his breath, but then stopped himself. He thought for a moment, and decided to change her attitude.
“Oh, come on, Demi. You used to diet a few years ago, but the days of your lightening fast teenage metabolism are over, and you’re getting bit more comfortable enjoying a big meal, am I right?” Simon asked.
“What are you talking about,” Demi began, “I’m almost…”
“22,” Simon finished. “Which is why you’ll be able to join me in wine, remember?”
That stopped Demi in her tracks. She certainly did want a glass of wine. And besides, why would Simon say she was 22 if she wasn’t? It made no sense. When the waiter returned with the wine, he had two glasses and he didn’t bother to card Demi. She looked comfortably in her early 20s now, with a more mature look about her, and just slightly more meat on her bones.
Simon smiled, seeing the results. “So, tell me more about your career,” he asked, wondering what else had changed.
“Well, my career is going great right now. I just got Sexiest Woman Alive from Maxim. But I do worry that this is my peak. Hollywood isn’t nice to women who are a bit older than me,” Demi said. She wouldn’t have remembered that if it wasn’t true, right? Besides, who wants to be teenager when you can be in your early 20s?
“Well, that’s not very nice of them. All women get old…sooner or later.” Simon said as he smiled again.
Demi began to change again. The changes so subtle, so much so that anyone with a trained eye for them like Simon probably would not have noticed.
Her face started to show the very faintest of lines. A couple of laugh lines, a very slight set of bags under the eyes. Almost imperceptible, but Simon saw. He also grinned with delight as he noticed a single gray hair on her head.
~
“So, do you want to order dessert?” Simon asked when the food had been consumed.
“Oh, I don’t know,” Demi demurred. “I probably shouldn’t. I’m not as thin as I was 10 years ago,” she admitted.
“What the heck, you only live once,” Simon remarked persuasively.
“You’re right! I’ll have the chocolate cheesecake…” she said to the waiter, pausing for a moment. “And…and the Crème Brûlée. I’ll try both,” she said, as Simon nodded approvingly. She never had dessert, but it all seemed so tasty. And as long as Simon approved…there wouldn’t be any consequences for one night of indulgence, right?
The waiter brought in the dessert, and Demi quickly started digging in. Simon estimated her body was in her mid to late twenties, and with every mouthful of sweets, her metabolism took a hit. Her breasts grew, straining her dress and creating a large amount of tantalizing cleavage. Her face appeared a bit rounder and her cheeks a bit puffier. Her shoulders were rounded instead of pointy, leading to her arms, which were a bit thicker than before.
“Well, I’ve had a lovely evening, and I’d hate for it to be over right now,” Simon said. “If you wanted to come back to my place, I’m sure we could enjoy a cup of coffee or two.”
At fist, Demi wanted to reject the idea. She never would have sex on a first date, which is where this was almost certainly leading. And yet…Simon was an attractive man. He was still interested in her, even though she was a couple of years past her peak, and a couple of pounds past her target weight. Time wasn’t slowing down, she reminded herself. She might not get another chance with a guy like this for a while.
“Sure,” she said with some reticence. “That sounds lovely.”
~
“Wow,” Demi said as she entered Simon’s top floor, city skyline view apartment. “This place is amazing. The view is beautiful,” she said as she strode to the window.
“It is now,” Simon added as he walked up behind her and gently kissed the back of her neck.
“Aww, you’re so sweet,” she replied as she turned around and gently kissed him. “Do you have any of that coffee, and maybe some cookies? I’m still hungry for some reason.”
“Let me see,” replied Simon as he rummaged through the kitchen. “Here, I think we have some shortbread cookies. Sadly, we are out of coffee, how does some milk sound with that?”
“Milk sounds great!” Demi said. She normally didn’t like the stuff, but found herself craving it at the moment. She grabbed the box and dunked shortbread cookies into the milk before greedily gobbling them up.
“Feeling full at last?” Simon asked, as Demi rubbed her distended belly.
“Mmm, yes. Thanks for the snack. I don’t know what’s wrong with me today,” she said, looking a bit embarrassed.
“It’s perfectly natural,” Simon said. “No need to worry.” He walked to the far wall and pressed a few buttons, causing some light jazz music to start playing.
“Shall we?” he asked as he gently grabbed her hand and started walking towards the bedroom.
Demi was a bit confused, this wasn’t like her at all. But she really did feel quite attracted to Simon. As the evening wore on, the feelings only became stronger and stronger.
“Ok!” she said at last, and walked to the bed. They sat down, and started to kiss. Slowly at first, but soon their tongues were dancing and their hands began to wander.
When Demi came up for air, she saw a reflection of herself in the mirror behind Simon. She was older now, probably in her thirties. Her youthful and innocent look was gone now, replaced with that of an older, more experienced woman. Her skin was a bit more weathered and her face had a few more lines. Worse, she even had a few strands of grey in her hair.
Simon kissed at her neck and breasts, noting to himself with horror how they had expanded and also sagged just slightly.
“Simon, is something happening to me?” She said with a bit of confusion.
“No, baby. What do you mean?” He asked in reply.
Demi stared at the face in the mirror. It was eerily familiar. Was her younger self a memory from a few hours ago or a few years ago? It was hard to tell. And yet, she clearly remembered her late 20s and early 30s, when she thought about it: her landing an unexpected Oscar nomination when she was 29, and a Grammy when she was 30. Her career had a mini resurrection, but was starting to fade again, this time probably for good. She felt lucky to be on a date – her biological clock was ticking, after all.
All of those memories couldn’t be fake, could they? Simon was right, she was just imaging things. She tried to concentrate on Simon, and thank her lucky stars that a young, successful, attractive man was still interested in a fading starlet in her 30s.
They quickly disrobed, and Simon ran his hands up and down Demi’s nude body. She was changing again, he could tell. Her face was becoming a bit more lined and wrinkled, complete with some crows feat near her eyes. Her skin was more translucent and had a few more varicose veins, especially on her legs. Her breasts grew even larger, but sagged a bit more and gained some stretch marks.
Her tummy was growing larger as well, becoming a full, round pot. Her upper arms shook and jiggled as she reached up to caress him. Simon smiled as he pinched Demi’s love handles on her increasingly broad hips.
Demi’s body was no longer a teenager. To Simon, she looked like a sexy housewife, an older woman who had probably been a mom a few times. In her mid 40s, probably, but she looked very good for it, wearing her age relatively well.
As he wrapped his arms around her and they started to make love, he noticed her chubby body jiggling underneath his with ever rock back and forth. Well, he reminded himself, women her age often had their metabolism slow down.
He kissed her weathered face and then buried his face in a her grey flecked dark locks as he climaxed. Her doughy body continued to jiggle for a few moments even after he stopped rocking on top of her.
Simon kissed her passionately, and held her in his arms.
“Tell me about your career, again.” Simon asked.
“Well,” Demi said, struggling to remember herself. “I’m still acting, but not as much as I used to of course. I’m getting roles, but not the lead woman as often now. I’m just not as sexy as the young women of Hollywood, I guess,” Demi replied.
“Well, they’re idiots,” Simon said. “You’re gorgeous.”
“Maybe,” Demi said. “In a cougar, or MILF, Mrs. Robinson kind of way, I guess so.”
“Those are all the best ways,” Simon insisted. “You’re a real classic beauty, knockout. You’ve worn your years well.”
“I should count my lucky stars a young stud like you is interested in a woman like me,” Demi said as she curled up in Simon’s arms and stroked his chest lovingly.
“No, I’m the lucky one,” Simon replied as he gently ran his fingers across her gorgeous body. “Demi, you’re perfect.”
THE END
Demi waited for her date at the restaurant with a mixture of confidence and trepidation. She hadn’t been dating for quite some time, so she was eager to meet someone. But it was hard for her to find someone up to her standards.
Of course, not just any guy would do for her. She was a famous actress, after all. Since she didn’t like to date fellow movie stars – too much drama – she’d often try to get matched men who were leaders in other professions. She’d tried brilliant doctors, successful lawyers, and obscenely rich bankers. Yet, during each encounter, she had come away with the feeling that none of them quite measured up to her youthful beauty and celebrity success.
“Sorry I’m a bit late,” replied her date, Simon, as he finally approached her table. “Had to do something for work.”
“And what is it that you do?” Demi asked, trying to size him up.
“You might say I’m a bioengineer, among many other things.” Simon replied cryptically.
“I…might say that?” Demi replied, a little confused by the answer.
“Well, yes. I have some very promising technologies for DNA that I’m developing. But it’s in the preliminary testing stages, I haven’t sold my company to Pfizer or anything like that…yet,” Simon explained.
“Ah. I see,” Demi replied, already a little disappointed. Why did she let her friends set her up on dates anyway? This guy obviously wasn’t a success. Not up to her standards of what a success was, anyway.
At nearly 19, Demi had achieved more success than most did in their whole lifetimes. She was a singer, a songwriter, and actress, and a millionaire. She was young and gorgeous. Was it too much to ask to have someone worthy?
“I could show you some of my designs, if you are ever interested. DNA is fascinating to me,” Simon continued, oblivious to Demi’s indifference.
“You can show me whatever you’d like,” Demi said, “but if you want to make it big you should invent a fountain of youth for your DNA. Celebrities like me would go crazy for that to make their looks last forever.”
Simon slowly chuckled. How close she was to the truth of what he had…
“So, what would you like to order?” Demi asked. She preferred to order and eat quickly, and get the date over with soon. Fortunately, before Simon could answer, the waiter walked up to them.
“I’ll have the prime rib special, and the lady will have the same,” Simon said as the waiter silently nodded. “And bring us a bottle of your best chardonnay.”
Demi smiled approvingly at the choice of an expensive beverage, but was a little peeved at having someone else pick out her food. “You know, Simon,” she began. “I can’t possibly finish something like that. I keep myself on a very strict diet to keep my figure intact.”
“By intact, do you mean starved?” Simon started to say under his breath, but then stopped himself. He thought for a moment, and decided to change her attitude.
“Oh, come on, Demi. You used to diet a few years ago, but the days of your lightening fast teenage metabolism are over, and you’re getting bit more comfortable enjoying a big meal, am I right?” Simon asked.
“What are you talking about,” Demi began, “I’m almost…”
“22,” Simon finished. “Which is why you’ll be able to join me in wine, remember?”
That stopped Demi in her tracks. She certainly did want a glass of wine. And besides, why would Simon say she was 22 if she wasn’t? It made no sense. When the waiter returned with the wine, he had two glasses and he didn’t bother to card Demi. She looked comfortably in her early 20s now, with a more mature look about her, and just slightly more meat on her bones.
Simon smiled, seeing the results. “So, tell me more about your career,” he asked, wondering what else had changed.
“Well, my career is going great right now. I just got Sexiest Woman Alive from Maxim. But I do worry that this is my peak. Hollywood isn’t nice to women who are a bit older than me,” Demi said. She wouldn’t have remembered that if it wasn’t true, right? Besides, who wants to be teenager when you can be in your early 20s?
“Well, that’s not very nice of them. All women get old…sooner or later.” Simon said as he smiled again.
Demi began to change again. The changes so subtle, so much so that anyone with a trained eye for them like Simon probably would not have noticed.
Her face started to show the very faintest of lines. A couple of laugh lines, a very slight set of bags under the eyes. Almost imperceptible, but Simon saw. He also grinned with delight as he noticed a single gray hair on her head.
~
“So, do you want to order dessert?” Simon asked when the food had been consumed.
“Oh, I don’t know,” Demi demurred. “I probably shouldn’t. I’m not as thin as I was 10 years ago,” she admitted.
“What the heck, you only live once,” Simon remarked persuasively.
“You’re right! I’ll have the chocolate cheesecake…” she said to the waiter, pausing for a moment. “And…and the Crème Brûlée. I’ll try both,” she said, as Simon nodded approvingly. She never had dessert, but it all seemed so tasty. And as long as Simon approved…there wouldn’t be any consequences for one night of indulgence, right?
The waiter brought in the dessert, and Demi quickly started digging in. Simon estimated her body was in her mid to late twenties, and with every mouthful of sweets, her metabolism took a hit. Her breasts grew, straining her dress and creating a large amount of tantalizing cleavage. Her face appeared a bit rounder and her cheeks a bit puffier. Her shoulders were rounded instead of pointy, leading to her arms, which were a bit thicker than before.
“Well, I’ve had a lovely evening, and I’d hate for it to be over right now,” Simon said. “If you wanted to come back to my place, I’m sure we could enjoy a cup of coffee or two.”
At fist, Demi wanted to reject the idea. She never would have sex on a first date, which is where this was almost certainly leading. And yet…Simon was an attractive man. He was still interested in her, even though she was a couple of years past her peak, and a couple of pounds past her target weight. Time wasn’t slowing down, she reminded herself. She might not get another chance with a guy like this for a while.
“Sure,” she said with some reticence. “That sounds lovely.”
~
“Wow,” Demi said as she entered Simon’s top floor, city skyline view apartment. “This place is amazing. The view is beautiful,” she said as she strode to the window.
“It is now,” Simon added as he walked up behind her and gently kissed the back of her neck.
“Aww, you’re so sweet,” she replied as she turned around and gently kissed him. “Do you have any of that coffee, and maybe some cookies? I’m still hungry for some reason.”
“Let me see,” replied Simon as he rummaged through the kitchen. “Here, I think we have some shortbread cookies. Sadly, we are out of coffee, how does some milk sound with that?”
“Milk sounds great!” Demi said. She normally didn’t like the stuff, but found herself craving it at the moment. She grabbed the box and dunked shortbread cookies into the milk before greedily gobbling them up.
“Feeling full at last?” Simon asked, as Demi rubbed her distended belly.
“Mmm, yes. Thanks for the snack. I don’t know what’s wrong with me today,” she said, looking a bit embarrassed.
“It’s perfectly natural,” Simon said. “No need to worry.” He walked to the far wall and pressed a few buttons, causing some light jazz music to start playing.
“Shall we?” he asked as he gently grabbed her hand and started walking towards the bedroom.
Demi was a bit confused, this wasn’t like her at all. But she really did feel quite attracted to Simon. As the evening wore on, the feelings only became stronger and stronger.
“Ok!” she said at last, and walked to the bed. They sat down, and started to kiss. Slowly at first, but soon their tongues were dancing and their hands began to wander.
When Demi came up for air, she saw a reflection of herself in the mirror behind Simon. She was older now, probably in her thirties. Her youthful and innocent look was gone now, replaced with that of an older, more experienced woman. Her skin was a bit more weathered and her face had a few more lines. Worse, she even had a few strands of grey in her hair.
Simon kissed at her neck and breasts, noting to himself with horror how they had expanded and also sagged just slightly.
“Simon, is something happening to me?” She said with a bit of confusion.
“No, baby. What do you mean?” He asked in reply.
Demi stared at the face in the mirror. It was eerily familiar. Was her younger self a memory from a few hours ago or a few years ago? It was hard to tell. And yet, she clearly remembered her late 20s and early 30s, when she thought about it: her landing an unexpected Oscar nomination when she was 29, and a Grammy when she was 30. Her career had a mini resurrection, but was starting to fade again, this time probably for good. She felt lucky to be on a date – her biological clock was ticking, after all.
All of those memories couldn’t be fake, could they? Simon was right, she was just imaging things. She tried to concentrate on Simon, and thank her lucky stars that a young, successful, attractive man was still interested in a fading starlet in her 30s.
They quickly disrobed, and Simon ran his hands up and down Demi’s nude body. She was changing again, he could tell. Her face was becoming a bit more lined and wrinkled, complete with some crows feat near her eyes. Her skin was more translucent and had a few more varicose veins, especially on her legs. Her breasts grew even larger, but sagged a bit more and gained some stretch marks.
Her tummy was growing larger as well, becoming a full, round pot. Her upper arms shook and jiggled as she reached up to caress him. Simon smiled as he pinched Demi’s love handles on her increasingly broad hips.
Demi’s body was no longer a teenager. To Simon, she looked like a sexy housewife, an older woman who had probably been a mom a few times. In her mid 40s, probably, but she looked very good for it, wearing her age relatively well.
As he wrapped his arms around her and they started to make love, he noticed her chubby body jiggling underneath his with ever rock back and forth. Well, he reminded himself, women her age often had their metabolism slow down.
He kissed her weathered face and then buried his face in a her grey flecked dark locks as he climaxed. Her doughy body continued to jiggle for a few moments even after he stopped rocking on top of her.
Simon kissed her passionately, and held her in his arms.
“Tell me about your career, again.” Simon asked.
“Well,” Demi said, struggling to remember herself. “I’m still acting, but not as much as I used to of course. I’m getting roles, but not the lead woman as often now. I’m just not as sexy as the young women of Hollywood, I guess,” Demi replied.
“Well, they’re idiots,” Simon said. “You’re gorgeous.”
“Maybe,” Demi said. “In a cougar, or MILF, Mrs. Robinson kind of way, I guess so.”
“Those are all the best ways,” Simon insisted. “You’re a real classic beauty, knockout. You’ve worn your years well.”
“I should count my lucky stars a young stud like you is interested in a woman like me,” Demi said as she curled up in Simon’s arms and stroked his chest lovingly.
“No, I’m the lucky one,” Simon replied as he gently ran his fingers across her gorgeous body. “Demi, you’re perfect.”
THE END
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