Four months have passed, and finally the divorce has been settled, and you were left with NOTHING, no home, no job, no money. You're stuck in the 36 year old body of a now homeless woman. You used to be a 22 year old man that had a beautiful girlfriend, a nice career, and nice home, you had everything, but now you have NOTHING.
'Hmmmm' You think to yourself. 'Maybe I should pay Mrs. Bronson a visit... after all she is stealing my life away, the least she, or he now could do is give me shelter...'
You decide to walk to your... or Mrs. Bronson... well I can't call him Mrs. Bronson anymore... Mr. McDonald's house...
"Finally, I am here.." You say out loud
You notice two vehicles in the driveway, one is your truck...uh, Mr. McDonalds truck... and the other is... oh shit, his girlfriend Michelle's car! You have no idea what time it is, it's dark enough to be atleast 9pm, but... when should you go...?
'I'm here already... may aswell..go now..'
You walk up to the front door and knock on it, the door opens and Michelle is the one to answer it, she gives you a weird look and asks...
"Are you Jonathan's mom? He said you where coming to visit.."
Now you know you shouldn't care about being called old, because really you aren't out to win any beauty contests, but for some strange reason you wanted to rip her head off for saying you're old enough to be Mr. McDonald's mom! Sure Michelle's a ditz, but you didn't really care, she will rue the day she called you an old! Then you suddenly realize what you're thinking about and quickly get a bit frightend, does switching really change your personallity and such? But suddenly you begin to worry, about your looks, do you really look THAT old?
"Um, you could say I am an old friend." You reply.
"Oh... sorry about the mix up" Michelle said as she giggled a bit.
"No problem." You reply coldly.
"Hey Jon! Someone is here to see you, I don't know who she is, but she's old!" Michelle yelled.
"What?" You hear your old voice ask.
"Some old woman is here to see you!" She said again.
Shortly after your old self walks by the front door, and he looks at you with a surprised look.
"Umm, what're you doing here?" He asked.
"I need to talk..." You reply.
"Okay, Michelle can you go into our bedroom and make the bed? Please?" Jonathan asks.
"Okie dokie!" Michelle said happily and run up the stairs humming to herself.
"No, what do you want Mrs. Bronson?" Jonathan asks.
"Umm, well about that... We got divorced...so I guess I'm just Ms. Bronson now, or whatever." You reply.
"Lemme guess, you got caught with Raoul? I could never stay away from him, and I bet you couldn't either, that old pussy of mine really does like some action." He says.
"Well, I have nothing, can you help me in someway?" You ask, desperately.
"Well, you could spend the night here, I have to go to work soon, graveyard shift." He replied.
"Alright, couch it is then, as far as I remember I had no guest rooms, but then again my memory of my old life is just remembering bits about the past, and the names of friends and family." You reply.
You go and lay down on the couch, and within twenty minutes Jonathan is gone, you gaze around the room, and notice something, in a trophy case... the ring?! You quickly walk over to the case, and go to open it, it was unlocked, for some reason, maybe he forgot to lock it? You slowly take the ring out, and put it on.
"What're you doing?" You hear Michelle ask from behind you.
"Uh, nothing at all." You reply.
"Jonathan said to never touch the stuff in the trophy case thingy, or something." Michelle said.
"Well, he doesn't have to know." You say.
"Yea, I guess!" Michelle says as she giggles.
Suddenly a plan forms in your mind. Hopefully this works.
"Hey Michelle this ring is pretty, why don't you try it on?" You ask.
"OK, I always thought it was a nice ring!" Michelle says happily.
You hand her the ring, and Michelle puts it on.
"Don't you just wish you could be me? You'd be rich, I am married to the richest man in town." You say to her.
"Why would I wish to be you? I.." She begins.
All of a sudden you're standing somewhere else, and look at an OLD WOMAN! The moment you got into the body of Michelle, the older woman finish's Michelle's sentence.
"Don't wanna be an old bitch!" Ms. Bronson says.
Ms. Bronson looks down, at herself, then turns and looks in the mirror, and screams!
"IM OLD, IM OLD!" She yells out!
You enjoy the feeling of being young again, Michelle or you're only 19 years old, you're 17 years younger than Ms. Bronson.
"Calm down ma'am, I'm going to call the cops if you don't calm down." You tell her.
"CALM DOWN, WHY? YOU THIEF, YOU STOLE MY BODY!" She shrieks.
"What? That's impossible old woman!" You GIGGLE. Wow you didn't mean to giggle... "You're silly!" You giggle some more.
Ms. Bronson runs to attack you, but you run, and since you're younger you manage to escape into the bedroom. You quickly pick up the phone in the room, and dial the police, you tell them that a crazy middle aged woman is in your house screamming that you stole her body, she just can't live with the fact she's not beautiful anymore.
After the police take her away to the mental hospital, you carefully put the ring back to where it was before you took it out, and you closed the case, making sure that it's exactly as it was before. You watch television until Jonathan comes home.
"Where'd Ms. Bronson go?" He asks.
"Who? Oh that old woman?" You giggle (naturally)
"Yeah." He replies.
"She was screaming about how she wasn't young anymore, and she thought she was me." You say.
Jonathan just looks at you weirdly.
"Well, she's a little weird. I hope she's locked away for good in a mental institute." He says.
"Me too!" You giggle, and smile, naturally agreeing with what he says! Oh crap, you think I gave up my intelligence, for this young body, but with a DITZY mind?!
"Well, why aren't you sleeping? Usually you need your beauty sleep by now." He asks.
"Well, I was waiting for you to come home, so we could have umm, a good time..." You reply...without even knowing you did so.
Jonathan smiles, and you look at him, you begin to get wet in the crotch and you feel your nipples getting stiff. I need him NOW! You think...damn what's happening, I'm becoming even more of a slut now... you remember the times in high school Michelle had where she reached her personal goal of screwing 15 guys in one night... you shake it off, Jonathan is the only man for you now... atleast you hope, you get up and walk seductively towards him and grab his arm.
"I need you now big boy!" You giggle!