Diane had settled into her new life comfortably within a month. Working at the superstore wasn't too frustrating, and she made great money from it. Despite still not being entirely used to being a milf, she was at least more accepting of her new self. To the point she actively dressed sexily whenever she pleased, and touching herself on a whim. Her apartment was coming along nicely; she was never one for interior decorating, but she still felt proud how its turned out. Lastly, she's saved enough of her tips to rebuy the same type of game console she left behind of the night she ran from home for a better life. Of course she had to create a new account with new credentials, but starting over from scratch wasn't irritating. "Just because I'm a mature woman now doesn't mean I can't like the same stuff as a younger guy." She reasoned, playing games in her free time. And in a way, this life was marginally better than when she was David. She didn't have to worry about school anymore, or cater to her family whenever they needed her help. She only had to worry about herself and work now as Diane Jones.
Yet, the demons of her past still tried clawing her back into hell. One night of browsing the internet revealed an article from her hometown about "David's missing mother." "Oh shit." She cursed to herself, realizing her restrictive family was actively seeking to get her back. Thankfully, her family didn't have any recent pictures of Diane's body, with the newest being from a vacation sic years prior. "That'll give me some extra cover." Diane sighed with relief, taking stock of actions she could take.
This time alone has given her chances to exercise and eat better, making her voluptuous body more fit with better posture (in an attempt to attract her cute lesbian coworker.) An effort that served well; her older body felt no pain from movements now, leading her to just blame her mother's laziness for always feeling pained. "What else can I do though?" She pondered, running a hand through her luxurious hair. And then it hit her, "A simple haircut." She exclaimed, feeling no remorse in getting rid of the salon style hair her mother used to painstakingly take care of.
The next day, her disguise was complete; she was originally thinking of a pixie cut, but decided on an even shorter style instead. By the end of it, she was a beautiful tomboy milf. As an added bonus, the coworker she has a crush on was taking glances at her and smiling with sincere interest. 'Diana Jones, you're on your way.' She told herself, jiggling her large breasts in the mirror at work. As a whole new woman, Diane lay in bed in relief that night. Another check revealed the article was eventually taken down due to no answers, meaning her trail was cold once again. Safe and secure, she stripped and thought of her coworker, as she grabbed her breasts and fingered herself to orgasm before falling asleep. The next day....