Old Time Religion
David and Michelle had met in their first year of law school, and had been dating for about a year. David always considered himself lucky to have someone like Michelle – with her intellect and model looks, she was way out of his league. Little did he know that Michelle had a secret – a secret she had finally decided she could no longer keep from him.
“So you’re a what?” David asked with incredulity.
“A pagan priestess,” Michelle replied nervously, playing with the tresses of her platinum blonde hair.
“Is this a joke?” David asked, still not accepting her claim at face value.
“No, David, I’m quite serious. Ever since Catholicism conquered Europe in the Dark Ages and banned witchcraft, my people have been living underground. But the magic is real,” Michelle explained, aware of how silly it must seem to David. “It’s not like the legends, or anything. I can’t fly on a broomstick or do curses or anything.”
“Well, what can you do then?” David asked quizzically.
“I can disguise myself. We’re very connected with the cycle of life, so I can transform myself into a disguise that mimics what I will look like in other parts of the cycle,” Michelle explained.
“What parts of the cycle?” David asked, still not sure he understood.
“I can disguise myself to become as I will be when I’m much older, David,” Michelle said at least, meeting David’s eyes directly.
“Why would you want to?” David asked at last. He looked increasingly uncomfortable, and averted his gaze from hers.
“There are many reasons one can have for travelling the cycle, David. It can be used to escape danger, perform tricks, test people’s loyalty…even just for fun,” Michelle said, her full lips coiling into a smile.
“Fun?” David asked, still averting his gaze.
“Haven’t you ever wanted to be someone else for an afternoon?” Michelle started breathlessly. “It’s very liberating. As Michelle, I’m a law student. I’m expected to look perfect, act perfect, think perfect, and basically be on top of my game 24/7. As Ethel…”
“Ethel?” David exclaimed. “That’s ridiculous. Know I know you are making it up.”
“Do you know any old women named Michelle? Of course you don’t. That name would be suspicious – and I have to take ever precaution against being discovered,” Michelle explained.
“Well, then, why did you tell me?” David said, still not quite used to the idea.
“Because, David, I love you. I’ve known you for over a year. I figured it was time I trusted you with my secret,” Michelle finally said, with a haunting look of emotional vulnerability in her eyes.
“I love you two…well, thanks for trusting me so much,” David said at last. An awkward pause dominated the air for a few moments. “Can I see her?” He finally blurted out.
“Well – yes, I suppose you can,” Michelle said. “If you’d like.”
“Very much,” David said, “I mean…um…how else will I know you’re telling the truth about this?” He added quickly.
“Well, I thought you trusted me…unless…is there some other reason you’d like to see her?” She asked. David replied by turning away and blushing.
“Oh, you think it might be fun to watch?” Michelle finally asked coyly. “I suspected as much.”
“I guess I’m not as good at you at keeping secrets,” he said defensively. “So what do you do?”
“Let me get out my Ethel clothes,” Michelle said as she walked to the closet in their apartment. She quickly pulled out a false bottom in the floor to reveal a dusty, ancient looking suitcase.
“Wow – you have your own clothing for it?” David asked.
“Of course – you couldn’t expect an older lady to wear this, do you?” Michelle asked while pointing at her tube top and booty pop jeans for dramatic emphasis. She quickly pulled off her clothes, and David felt a temporary thrill in staring at her young, lithe body.
Michelle got out a paisley dress, a brown cardigan, and some grey granny panties, as well as some much more matronly shoes – thought someone Ethel’s age might call them footwear, David thought to himself.
By the time Michelle was finished dressing, it was obvious that the clothes were far too big for her.
“Come on – you must have ordered a size too big,” David joked.
“No, that’s the size of Ethel’s body,” Michelle said. “Are you ready, David?”
“Yeah!” David exclaimed with excitement. “Of course. Please, do go ahead.”
“Ok…” Michelle cooed. “Hold your horses, it’s coming.” She closed her eyes and started to chant, filling up her body with tingly magical energy.
David stared at his girlfriend for a moment in disbelief. There she was, muttering to herself in some strange language, wearing ridiculous oversized matronly clothing. His disbelief started to creep back into his mind. This just couldn’t be real – could it?
After what seemed like an eternity of anticipation, he finally saw something. Her hair was changing! It was going from platinum blonde and lustrous to…wispy and graying. Her forehead, near her head, seemed to be developing tiny little wrinkle lines as well.
“Your hair!” David exclaimed, barely believing his eyes.
“What about it?” Michelle’s voice creaked out, sounding deeper and harsher than before.
“Never mind that,” David said. “What’s happened to your voice? Does it always sound like that?”
“Sonnie, it’ll sound worse than that when I’m through,” Michelle said knowingly. “Now sit down. Relax. Just enjoy the show without pestering me with questions,” she said sternly. David took a seat at the foot of the bed and obediently complied.
Michelle’s eyes seemed to get colder and harsher as they became slightly sunken, framed with bags and crow’s feet.
David noticed her cheeks were a bit puffier now, complete with thinner lips, and the start of a double chin. Michelle’s former diamond shaped face, along with her youthful coloring and smooth skin, seemed to fade away right before his eyes.
As he allowed his eyes to drift downwards, David also noticed Michelle’s body was changing as well. Her chest was growing – pushing out and filling into the formerly oversized cardigan. It was becoming a large, matronly, looking bosom. Michelle’s chest, like most other thin young women, had been pert but small, so this was a massive shift by contrast. Her breasts were large and slightly droopy, as if a few decades of aging had matured and taken their toll.
Fortunately, they had something to fall onto: Michelle was now getting a bit of a belly as well. Michelle’s formerly flat stomach was giving way to a substantial potbelly. It pressed out and stretched into the fabric of her matronly garb. Her new body seemed to fit into her clothes modestly, yet left very little the imagination regarding her shape.
Michelle reaped up to push some stray strands of hair out of her now clearly middle aged face, and re-arrange her hair into a much more old fashioned bob style. David noticed her upper arms now jiggled with that distinctive “old lady arms” look.
“Like what you see, young man?” She asked him, and David felt so paralyzed with emotion that he could do nothing but nod.
Her transformation continued, and David saw widened hips beneath that belly. Her girth signified a woman whom had perhaps endured many pregnancies – “child bearing hips.” As she moved towards him, David realized that they were so large they even affected her gait – it was now more of a waddle than Michelle’s former graceful step. Her old fashioned dress, combined with her cardigan and hair, almost made her seem like a woman whom had stepped out of a black and white photograph from the family photo album.
“You aren’t saying much,” she said. “Let Ethel know how you’re feeling, honey…” she said in her new, unfamiliar, older voice.
“Um…” David tried to say something, but felt his voice trapped in his throat. “How often do you spend time like this?” He finally had the nerve to ask.
“Oh, often,” She cooed. “It’s so liberating. I can do anything I want,” Ethel said suggestively.
“Anything?” David asked innocently.
“Anything,” Ethel repeated. “Anything for you, sweetie,” she said teasingly. She walked right up to David, who was still sitting at the foot of the bed, and reached her hand up to his face to stroke it lovingly. He could feel his heart pounding more rapidly.
Ethel started to play with David’s hair in a maternal way. “I’m glad you’re taking this so well, sweetie,” she said as she gazed down at the growing bugle in his jeans. She placed one hand onto his crotch, then leaned into his ear and whispered “Who would have thought you’d feel this way about a woman old enough to be your mother?” She could feel David become even more aroused in response.
David tried to reach her face to give her a kiss, but Ethel quickly stopped him. She took his arms with surprising force and pushed him flat on his back in the bed.
“No, none of that, David. You’re going to do exactly what I say if you want anything from me,” she said with a cold, domineering tone in her voice. David complied by nodding silently.
“Good, I’m glad we understand each other,” she said as she let out a little cackle. “Now, take off your clothes.” David responded by nervously fiddling with his jean’s buttons and zipper.
“Oh come on, you can do it faster than that,” she said. “or do you want a spanking?” She swatted David’s butt as soon as it was free from the jeans. “Take off all of your clothes, you naughty young man. Now.” His hands shaking, he tore off the rest as quickly as he could, throwing his shirt into the air behind him.
David half expected her to remove her clothes as well, revealing a flabby, aged body, but she didn’t. Instead, she just sort of leaned over David’s flushed, naked form as she hiked down her dress, and then, her granny panties, which were now visibly quite stretched to hold in her large thighs and big tummy.
“Lie down, don’t move.” Involuntarily, David did move, attempting to caress and rub Ethel’s back. “No!” She said as she pinned his hand down. “Be perfectly still.” He could scarcely believe that this was still Michelle underneath it all.
She ran her slightly wrinkled hands up and down his naked body, causing him to experience little electric shocks of pleasure. Then, she finally straddled him and lowered herself onto him, taking him completely. Her heavy, stout body pressed his against the bed. David was both thrilled and slightly frightened to stare into her cold, harsher looking eyes as they made love.
She took everything she needed from him, and as soon as they had reached their climax, she planted a kiss upon his forehead with her thin, somewhat wilted lips.
“Up,” she said at last. “Clean up yourself up, honey. Time for us to go out.”
“Out?” David asked in confusion.
“Yes, out! Let’s go swing dancing. Or take me out to a bar. I want us to be seen in public together.”
David wondered how they’d look together – him with a woman in her 60s, clearly as old or older than his mom. She’d probably make him be affectionate and romantic with her, so everyone would know their relationship. It would probably be embarrassing and shocking to everyone.
He smiled as he hurriedly re-dressed himself. This was going to be evening that he would never forget.
“So you’re a what?” David asked with incredulity.
“A pagan priestess,” Michelle replied nervously, playing with the tresses of her platinum blonde hair.
“Is this a joke?” David asked, still not accepting her claim at face value.
“No, David, I’m quite serious. Ever since Catholicism conquered Europe in the Dark Ages and banned witchcraft, my people have been living underground. But the magic is real,” Michelle explained, aware of how silly it must seem to David. “It’s not like the legends, or anything. I can’t fly on a broomstick or do curses or anything.”
“Well, what can you do then?” David asked quizzically.
“I can disguise myself. We’re very connected with the cycle of life, so I can transform myself into a disguise that mimics what I will look like in other parts of the cycle,” Michelle explained.
“What parts of the cycle?” David asked, still not sure he understood.
“I can disguise myself to become as I will be when I’m much older, David,” Michelle said at least, meeting David’s eyes directly.
“Why would you want to?” David asked at last. He looked increasingly uncomfortable, and averted his gaze from hers.
“There are many reasons one can have for travelling the cycle, David. It can be used to escape danger, perform tricks, test people’s loyalty…even just for fun,” Michelle said, her full lips coiling into a smile.
“Fun?” David asked, still averting his gaze.
“Haven’t you ever wanted to be someone else for an afternoon?” Michelle started breathlessly. “It’s very liberating. As Michelle, I’m a law student. I’m expected to look perfect, act perfect, think perfect, and basically be on top of my game 24/7. As Ethel…”
“Ethel?” David exclaimed. “That’s ridiculous. Know I know you are making it up.”
“Do you know any old women named Michelle? Of course you don’t. That name would be suspicious – and I have to take ever precaution against being discovered,” Michelle explained.
“Well, then, why did you tell me?” David said, still not quite used to the idea.
“Because, David, I love you. I’ve known you for over a year. I figured it was time I trusted you with my secret,” Michelle finally said, with a haunting look of emotional vulnerability in her eyes.
“I love you two…well, thanks for trusting me so much,” David said at last. An awkward pause dominated the air for a few moments. “Can I see her?” He finally blurted out.
“Well – yes, I suppose you can,” Michelle said. “If you’d like.”
“Very much,” David said, “I mean…um…how else will I know you’re telling the truth about this?” He added quickly.
“Well, I thought you trusted me…unless…is there some other reason you’d like to see her?” She asked. David replied by turning away and blushing.
“Oh, you think it might be fun to watch?” Michelle finally asked coyly. “I suspected as much.”
“I guess I’m not as good at you at keeping secrets,” he said defensively. “So what do you do?”
“Let me get out my Ethel clothes,” Michelle said as she walked to the closet in their apartment. She quickly pulled out a false bottom in the floor to reveal a dusty, ancient looking suitcase.
“Wow – you have your own clothing for it?” David asked.
“Of course – you couldn’t expect an older lady to wear this, do you?” Michelle asked while pointing at her tube top and booty pop jeans for dramatic emphasis. She quickly pulled off her clothes, and David felt a temporary thrill in staring at her young, lithe body.
Michelle got out a paisley dress, a brown cardigan, and some grey granny panties, as well as some much more matronly shoes – thought someone Ethel’s age might call them footwear, David thought to himself.
By the time Michelle was finished dressing, it was obvious that the clothes were far too big for her.
“Come on – you must have ordered a size too big,” David joked.
“No, that’s the size of Ethel’s body,” Michelle said. “Are you ready, David?”
“Yeah!” David exclaimed with excitement. “Of course. Please, do go ahead.”
“Ok…” Michelle cooed. “Hold your horses, it’s coming.” She closed her eyes and started to chant, filling up her body with tingly magical energy.
David stared at his girlfriend for a moment in disbelief. There she was, muttering to herself in some strange language, wearing ridiculous oversized matronly clothing. His disbelief started to creep back into his mind. This just couldn’t be real – could it?
After what seemed like an eternity of anticipation, he finally saw something. Her hair was changing! It was going from platinum blonde and lustrous to…wispy and graying. Her forehead, near her head, seemed to be developing tiny little wrinkle lines as well.
“Your hair!” David exclaimed, barely believing his eyes.
“What about it?” Michelle’s voice creaked out, sounding deeper and harsher than before.
“Never mind that,” David said. “What’s happened to your voice? Does it always sound like that?”
“Sonnie, it’ll sound worse than that when I’m through,” Michelle said knowingly. “Now sit down. Relax. Just enjoy the show without pestering me with questions,” she said sternly. David took a seat at the foot of the bed and obediently complied.
Michelle’s eyes seemed to get colder and harsher as they became slightly sunken, framed with bags and crow’s feet.
David noticed her cheeks were a bit puffier now, complete with thinner lips, and the start of a double chin. Michelle’s former diamond shaped face, along with her youthful coloring and smooth skin, seemed to fade away right before his eyes.
As he allowed his eyes to drift downwards, David also noticed Michelle’s body was changing as well. Her chest was growing – pushing out and filling into the formerly oversized cardigan. It was becoming a large, matronly, looking bosom. Michelle’s chest, like most other thin young women, had been pert but small, so this was a massive shift by contrast. Her breasts were large and slightly droopy, as if a few decades of aging had matured and taken their toll.
Fortunately, they had something to fall onto: Michelle was now getting a bit of a belly as well. Michelle’s formerly flat stomach was giving way to a substantial potbelly. It pressed out and stretched into the fabric of her matronly garb. Her new body seemed to fit into her clothes modestly, yet left very little the imagination regarding her shape.
Michelle reaped up to push some stray strands of hair out of her now clearly middle aged face, and re-arrange her hair into a much more old fashioned bob style. David noticed her upper arms now jiggled with that distinctive “old lady arms” look.
“Like what you see, young man?” She asked him, and David felt so paralyzed with emotion that he could do nothing but nod.
Her transformation continued, and David saw widened hips beneath that belly. Her girth signified a woman whom had perhaps endured many pregnancies – “child bearing hips.” As she moved towards him, David realized that they were so large they even affected her gait – it was now more of a waddle than Michelle’s former graceful step. Her old fashioned dress, combined with her cardigan and hair, almost made her seem like a woman whom had stepped out of a black and white photograph from the family photo album.
“You aren’t saying much,” she said. “Let Ethel know how you’re feeling, honey…” she said in her new, unfamiliar, older voice.
“Um…” David tried to say something, but felt his voice trapped in his throat. “How often do you spend time like this?” He finally had the nerve to ask.
“Oh, often,” She cooed. “It’s so liberating. I can do anything I want,” Ethel said suggestively.
“Anything?” David asked innocently.
“Anything,” Ethel repeated. “Anything for you, sweetie,” she said teasingly. She walked right up to David, who was still sitting at the foot of the bed, and reached her hand up to his face to stroke it lovingly. He could feel his heart pounding more rapidly.
Ethel started to play with David’s hair in a maternal way. “I’m glad you’re taking this so well, sweetie,” she said as she gazed down at the growing bugle in his jeans. She placed one hand onto his crotch, then leaned into his ear and whispered “Who would have thought you’d feel this way about a woman old enough to be your mother?” She could feel David become even more aroused in response.
David tried to reach her face to give her a kiss, but Ethel quickly stopped him. She took his arms with surprising force and pushed him flat on his back in the bed.
“No, none of that, David. You’re going to do exactly what I say if you want anything from me,” she said with a cold, domineering tone in her voice. David complied by nodding silently.
“Good, I’m glad we understand each other,” she said as she let out a little cackle. “Now, take off your clothes.” David responded by nervously fiddling with his jean’s buttons and zipper.
“Oh come on, you can do it faster than that,” she said. “or do you want a spanking?” She swatted David’s butt as soon as it was free from the jeans. “Take off all of your clothes, you naughty young man. Now.” His hands shaking, he tore off the rest as quickly as he could, throwing his shirt into the air behind him.
David half expected her to remove her clothes as well, revealing a flabby, aged body, but she didn’t. Instead, she just sort of leaned over David’s flushed, naked form as she hiked down her dress, and then, her granny panties, which were now visibly quite stretched to hold in her large thighs and big tummy.
“Lie down, don’t move.” Involuntarily, David did move, attempting to caress and rub Ethel’s back. “No!” She said as she pinned his hand down. “Be perfectly still.” He could scarcely believe that this was still Michelle underneath it all.
She ran her slightly wrinkled hands up and down his naked body, causing him to experience little electric shocks of pleasure. Then, she finally straddled him and lowered herself onto him, taking him completely. Her heavy, stout body pressed his against the bed. David was both thrilled and slightly frightened to stare into her cold, harsher looking eyes as they made love.
She took everything she needed from him, and as soon as they had reached their climax, she planted a kiss upon his forehead with her thin, somewhat wilted lips.
“Up,” she said at last. “Clean up yourself up, honey. Time for us to go out.”
“Out?” David asked in confusion.
“Yes, out! Let’s go swing dancing. Or take me out to a bar. I want us to be seen in public together.”
David wondered how they’d look together – him with a woman in her 60s, clearly as old or older than his mom. She’d probably make him be affectionate and romantic with her, so everyone would know their relationship. It would probably be embarrassing and shocking to everyone.
He smiled as he hurriedly re-dressed himself. This was going to be evening that he would never forget.