Changing Clothes: Rachel - Part Two

"What is it?" I groan, reaching the door and unlocking it with one hand as I try to drain away the coffee in the other. "Do you know what time it..." I begin to ask, not sure myself but feeling like it was simply not the right hour for all this noise.

My words fall short however as my gaze falls to the source of the noise, my sleep encrusted eyes blinking rapidly as I take in the blurred shape of Rachel as her eyes glancing around conspiratorially as she fiddles with her expensive rings.

 

She had been quite the bombshell in her youth, though those days were long behind. The woman was approaching seventy at this point, only a year or so away from the big milestone, and it showed in her body. Her face was lined with wrinkles, Laugh lines and crows feet digging deep into her skin as her once soft and pinchable cheeks sagged slightly into jowls.

Her silvery hair rest around her head in a tight bob, the once red hair having dulled over the decades to the shimmering strands now expertly styled into a business-like aesthetic. Beneath a starched and firm ruffled blouse rests her rather sizeable chest, the supple mounds usually sagging heavily after multiple pregnancies and the ravages of age and requiring the support of her rather obvious pus-up bra to form a large shelf of flesh.

Her wide childbearing hips had gotten a lot of use over the years, her husband having used them thoroughly as handholds and to bear his offspring. Her ass, once pert and plump from photographs she had of her wedding day, now sagged as one of the few other sections of thick flab that lacked the perkiness of youth. Her lower body is covered in a thick knee length skirt, a set of dark stockings coating legs as she shuffles a little in the doorway.

The older woman stand up straight upon seeing me, still standing only at around five foot five in her black flats. Clearing her throat she looks inside with a scowl, pouting a little at the mess that had grown over my time out with the flu.

"You know, you really should keep your home tidier Mr Hughes" the older woman tuts, stepping inside with a little head shake. "I might even be willing to find a nice building for you if..." she continues, her nose wrinkling as she catches the scent of my acidic and acrid coffee.

"Here's fine Ma'am" I state, cutting her off as I watch her shuffle past the coffee table. "Couldn't afford anywhere more..."

"Oh come now" Rachel tuts once more with a wave of her hand, her eyes darting around in search of something. "You know I wouldn't let my favorite granddaughter pay me a single cent, now where's that laundry..."

I hadn't intended for things to work out like this. Weeks ago, after receiving a package of Changing clothes by mistake, I had been slowly experimenting with their effects. It hadn't taken long to make a realization, that people's memories of me seemed to change around whatever body I was wearing in order for everything to make sense.

If I was a nerdy young woman, suddenly Kelly would become a close friend.

If I was a motherly woman in her late thirties, suddenly Kelly was calling me 'mom'.

If I was some plain woman in her twenties, suddenly I was the nanny for the couple across the hall

It had been fun to experiment, to live day to day as a different 'character' before going to sleep as my normal self, a benefit of lacking any solid employment. However, one day when trying out some crumpled and well worn school uniform I soon found Rachel banging on my door.

Thanks to her master key she had easily let her self in, the domineering older woman quickly giving me the third degree on why exactly I felt like I could skip school while living under her roof and receiving money from the family trust.

In a bout of utter confusion I did what anyone would do, a mixture of lying and pleading ignorance. What family trust, what was the harm of skipping just a day, and a mixture of doting praise about wanting to spend the day with 'my Nana' shifted the older woman's mood in an instant. Gone was the fire breathing business woman, her anger quickly getting replaced with a mixture of shock and adoration at my statement.

Before long I had found myself being dragged to the building's office, the older woman searching for my part of the trust or my banks accounts only to find none for her 'Little Luci'. The rest of the day was spent in a flurry of paperwork, the hellcat of a woman quickly remedying the issue while I pottered about the office printing forms and answering calls for her.

By the end of the day I could hardly contain my nerves, now set up with reoccurring income from the Smith Family Trust and having been offered a 'part-time job' working with 'Nana' at her office.

Things changed however once she saw the change. One day, after letting herself in with a master key to check for water damage that Gracie may have caused she caught me mid-transformation into her perfect little 'Lucinda'.

I had been terrified as the older woman sat me down, her blank expression telling me little about her opinion on the situation. However, she had quickly turned the topic to whether I had scanned the tenancy agreements for the new couple on the eighth floor and if I could organize for the handyman to come to check Gracie's apartment.

An a frantic mess I had asked her what she was doing? Why she was okay with this? Only to have her give the most simple of explanations, 'Lucinda' was her favorite granddaughter, her little helper around the office who seemed wise beyond her years was honestly her favorite member of the family period.

Her sons and daughters were all leeches, barely functional as they maintained their lifestyle thanks to her wealth. Emily was a mean-spirited young woman who cared more about her own fun than anything else in her opinion, and Annabelle was far too meek and absentminded even if she was a sweet and dear girl.

She actually liked Lucinda, the bright young spark in her life, and so she only had one question. When could I get back down to the office?

"Then I'd have to travel to get here!" I call out as the older woman looks for my hamper, her granddaughter Emily having done the laundry likely at her urging while I was sick.

"And? Lucinda can drive... I think..." she mutters back, clicking her fingers as she spots the hamper resting beside the bedroom door. Shuffling over she begins to paw through the various sets of clothes, the copious amount of jeans and basic shirts hiding the more curious items within.

"You could... also get a cab or a... oh what are they called..." Rachel pants, slowly pulling out a crumpled pleated tartan skirt and a white blouse with a yellow and purple insignia on the breast.

"Uber?" I ask, slowly approaching her to get the clothes. I watch as she inspects the outfit up close, a subtle worry hitting me as I wonder if she was considering wearing it herself. She twists and turns the articles in her hands, checking the tags of both the top and skirt with a smirk.

"These really are authentic" she mutters, chuckling a little before passing me the clothes. "You know, if you actually graduate from there, I could get you into a very nice..."

"I already graduated" I state in rebuttal, moving past her and toward the bedroom.

"I meant you could go to a college where..." she explains, trying to restate herself only to be cut off again.

"I graduated that too" I chuckle, inching through the door as I begin to pull it closed. "Can you find my socks and shoes? I think some should be..."

"Of course" Rachel coos, shooing me into the bedroom. "Go and get ready dear."

As I clamber into the bedroom I quickly begin to disrobe, dropping my boxers and my jeans to the floor as I whip my t-shirt into the laundry pile in the corner. Glancing around I grab one of the sealed plastic packages with a white t-shirt inside, tearing it open and quickly donning the oversized top that hangs from my shoulders loosely.

Smirking to myself I hold up the blouse, sighing as I unbutton the top and the sleeves in order to open it up.

"At least this one doesn't require as much squeezing" I chuckle, waving it in the hopes of getting out some creases. Moving to the skirt I unzip it as far as I can before stepping in, wriggling it up my legs as far as I can before the fabric digs into my skin.

As my legs begin to shake, a rippling pulse roiling up and down my limbs as through they were made of jello, I quickly pull on the top as far as I can without ripping it with my overly large frame. Soon I feel my arms begin to grow warm and numb, a familiar set of wave-like sensations lapping at them as the bones inch ever shorter and soft material shifts towards my torso.

With each pulsating burst wracking my body I feel myself grow closer to the floor and my arms slip more easily into the neatly tailored sleeves, my legs having to start spreading in order to hold the skirt up around my knees.

In a sudden burst of warmth and motion my vision is filled with a mess of wild and fluffy hair, an all too familiar well-styled wolf cut soon coming to rest around my face and down to my narrow delicate shoulders.

A hiss escapes my lips as I limp towards the bed, my hopping gait causing the growing weight on my chest to jiggle and bounce along with the pert mass behind me.

"Cramp! Cramp!" I whine, my voice pitching further and further up into a more husky and breathy tone. As I collapse onto the bed I look down, watching as the muscles beneath my stomach and in my legs writhe and wriggle inside me as they grow more powerful and pronounced by the second.

Panting heavily, looking down at my soft and supple chest rise and fall, I slowly find the warping sensation dull. With one deep breath I turn away from staring down at myself, the perky rack and shaven mound beneath me begging for attention, as my hands quickly shimmy up the skirt and button my top.

Staring up I spot the sight of a young woman sitting at the end of my bed, her disturbingly familiar bright blue eyes looking back at me like a doe in the headlights.

As I look at my reflection my legs cross on instinct, the sudden shift leaving me wincing as I note the lack of control I have over my mannerisms. My hand reaches up as I finish the last button, primping and fluffing up my voluminous hair while I subtly twist and turn my face to get better viewing angles.

The young woman is gorgeous, a blending of delicate and feminine features like her cute button nose and her wide expressive eyes with more angular and striking ones like her sharp cheekbones and graceful angular chin.

Her body is remarkably slender, with only the faintest downy layer of fat that adds to her delicate build. The top clings to her tightly, the expensive school uniform obviously having been tailored to adhere to her body as it cinches in around her narrow waist before flaring out subtly over her relatively slender hips. Her chest makes more of an impression, the fabric testing out over the perfectly formed generous flesh while her pert hard nipple poke their way through.

Her long legs on the other hand reveal some power behind them, with her larger and firm thighs showing a decent level of musculature beneath. This firmness carries up to her rear, the pert bubble butt being backed with a decent level of muscle.

"Ready for work?" I coo with a giggle, my hand raising up to my mouth daintily against my will. The voice is soft and warm, feminine with a slight level of huskiness that adds to its character.

With a sharp kick from my legs I leap to my feet, revealing for a moment in the dexterity and strength these legs always seemed to carry with them.

"Am I meant to be a dancer or something?" I mutter, realizing that I'd been stuck in the office for practically all my time as 'Lucinda'. Prancing with little hops and skips I quickly pace my way out to the hallway, my emergence from the bedroom being suddenly met with a giddy cooing as Rachel ambushes me with a hug.

"There she is..." the older woman coos, her shrunken frame being a good few inches shorter than me.

"Hi Nana" I coo back excitedly, quickly slipping into character as I embrace her back. Glancing down I spot a set of white knee high socks and a shiny pair of new black leather school shoes. "Are those... new?" I ask, taken a little aback.

"Oh..." Rachel mutters, looking down at the shoes with a smile. "Yes I... I saw them and well... You can't just wander around in socks anymore" she states, her statement slowly turning into a matter of fact.

Squirming a little I take both the socks and the shoes, giving the older woman a weak smile.

"Thanks Nana" I warmly mutter, prancing past her as I head to the couch to put on the footwear. As I lift my leg the older woman follows me around into the living room, her face turning red as she looks away.

"Have you not been..." she practically gasps, placing her hand over her mouth in abject horror. I slowly slide the long white sock up my smooth and slender leg, looking at her in confusion until it finally hits me. My face grows red as well, a near painful level of embarrassment surging forth from my temporary body.

"I don't have any that fit" I squeal in my defense, dropping my leg back down and squeezing my powerful thighs back together to hide my lack of underwear. "I've been working in the office every day I'm... you know... and I can't just go buy these things when I'm..."

"Just get ready Luci" the older woman croaks, waving her hand in an effort to calm me down. "I was going to get you some things today, I guess that's just something I need to add to the list."

Still squirming and burning a bright red out of embarrassment I begin to inch the second sock up my leg while hunching over to not expose myself. I pause for a second as I reach my knee, looking up at the older woman with a cocked eyebrow.

"What things are you planning on getting..." I begin to ask, only to have Rachel wave my question away before I can finish.

"Oh just some clothes, maybe some makeup, do you have toiletries yet or... no you haven't had the time, I'll add those to the list. Oh you'll need a bag! and... the underwear of course" she explains, pulling a small note pad from her breast pocket along with a pen before jotting down some additional thoughts.

"Why do I need all that?" I chuckle nervously, finishing with the socks as I begin to slide on the uncomfortable new black leather shoes.

"For Vicky's dinner of course" Rachel states, once more in a matter of fact manner. For a moment we both pause, with each of us looking at the other with confusion. Suddenly it hits her, the older woman rubbing her temple with the pen as if to try and fix some headache.

"Of course, you've never met Victoria but she's met you... or at least she remembers meeting you" Rachel explains, struggling to deal with the muddle and meddled with memories. "She an old friend, a dear one, and it's her seventieth birthday soon. She's holding a big do for it and I'm taking our Little Luci with me."

"I never agreed to..." I stammer, lurching to my feet as I feel the new shoes pinch and press at the back of my foot.

"Well who do you expect me to go with? Emily... isn't the most well liked, and Anna is too busy... oh what was it... finding herself" Rachel grumbles, tapping at the notepad before giving me a knowing look. "I mean... One might say you owe me after you tricked me into setting up your trust, and when was the last time I charged you rent?"

I open my mouth to retort, to say something in my defense, only to have my soft lips part with a defeated and empty sigh. As my shoulders slump the older woman's expression softens, a subtle sadness creeping across her face.

"Vicky asked about Luci specifically, she couldn't remember the last time she saw you, it would make the event so special and who knows how many more she..." Rachel begins to mumble, the thought of her friends advancing age seeming to weigh on her.

"I like greens, yellows, and browns" I mutter under my breath, pouting a little as I shuffle towards the door. Catching my intention Rachel immediately perks up, the older woman cooing excitedly as she quickly minces to catch up to me.

"Earth tones, they'll suit you dear, very mature" she remarks, jotting down more notes in her notebook. As we reach the door I find her wrapping her arms around me from behind, my heart melting for a moment as my body reacts to the affection.

 

"Don't you worry on second dear" Rachel coos, reaching up to open the door. "Let Nana organize everything, you just head down to the office."