Right before her eyes, the years began to melt off of Paul. His stomach slowly flattened out as his body became more toned. Her hair returned to its former glory, the touches of grey disappearing into his thick dark coif. He was already striping his clothes off as the bags under his eyes were receding. "Don't you love it, Grace? Or should I say... Gracie?" Jeff's breath caught as she stared into the mirror in her room. Her heavy breasts slowly rose up her chest, becoming tighter and perkier as she watched. Her now red hair grew fiery and bold as it flowed down her back in a luxurious wave. Behind her, she could feel her ass starting to grow tight and round out as her hands (smooth and creamy, now) reached back to feel it bulge outward. Her nose turned up ever so slightly as a splash of freckles appeared beneath her eyes. "I thought I could work with the 'redhead' change you made, Gracie." Jeff turned to face her father, who was now fully naked, his thick cock erect and already beginning to dribble cum. He embraced Jeff then, his hands fumbling at her clothes. "How old are we?" Jeff asked breathlessly, her lips struggling to find Paul's flesh as he pulled her shirt off over her head. "Eighteen," he threw Jeff down onto her bed. "Now take those pants off, you dirty slut."