Includes: Middle-aged secretary age regression to y*ung, weight loss, eye sight improvement, lips, nails, flat to heels, breast expansion, futa, and a role change.

My boss calls me in the office. He has a strange look on his face, but I try not to notice it. He has been acting strange all week, totally inappropriate! He has slapped me on my *ss, been calling me "sweetheart," and I do not appreciate being treated like some sort of h*ssy when I am clearly a professional woman.

I carry on with my professional reporting of his appointments that I scheduled for him. He opens up his laptop, and I reach out to grab it, he wants me to do work on my off time, of course, but then I see it...

P*RN!

This man wants me to watch p*rn with him now. Un-be-lie-vable! I explain to him how I have been working for him for many years and I just...

I look closer.. and I notice the woman is ME from my girlish years. "Oh my!' I try to explain to him why I did such a thing at a y*ung age. I really needed the money, you know I grew up poor, and then I was a wild back then, and..

He motions to me that it's fine.. he starts to pour a drink for me. I could really use a drink, but then I explain to him that I am a different woman now. Just LOOK at how I dress, do I look like the same woman? I will not be treated as if I am some sort of p*rn sl*t, look at me, I am clearly conservative! I am distraught and I happily drink the brandy. Mmmmmmm... I didn't expect it to taste this ah-may-zing.. mmmmmm

I forget my lady-like manners and I slam the brandy down. I love the cherry taste spreading throughout my mouth. I love the warming sensation down my esophagus and into my stomach. I want more.. but then..

Auugghhh! The p*in h*ts me. I am doubled over. I start to feel something unusual within my body, a changing..

My eyesight goes blurry, and then I notice that I do not need my glasses anymore. My bl*ck hair grows into strawberry blonde, the color that I wore during my wild, youthful years. My breasts, now flat and floppy, start to become pert and full. My expanding breasts pop open my dress. "you me, didn't you!?"

The dress becomes tighter and shorter, just like I like to wear when I was barely legal, my dark p*rn past. I start to look just like her, the y*ung woman I had suppressed from so long ago. My flats turn into high heels. I look at him in amazement. My wise eyes become vacant and nieve, "Are you my producer?"

Producer? He wonders what I mean by that, and then he realizes, "YES! I am your p*rn producer, h*ney. We're going to have a great f*ck sh*ot today." I smile sweetly with much excitement.

He looks at the brandy potion, and wonders what will happen to this girl if she is poured another sh*t. I happily take it on. "Yeah, I love to party," I gush. I drink it and the same p*in enters my body. "Aruuugggh!"

I moan as I feel my clit swell. My clit swollen underneath my professional pantyhose, it's wet, horny, and it starts to grow. My clit grows larger and larger, hugged to my thigh in the tight pantyhose. I start to feel wicked. I feel STRONG. I have a sort of testosterone pumping through my new body.

I throw him on the casting couch. I want to relieve my aching body, I need to release. I need to c*m. I'm going to take what I want, and I want HIM for my b*tch. He looks over his shoulder at me. He's terrified but curious. I take him, he's mine. I c*m so hard.

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