Gone was the freewheeling guy flying across the country closing deals, making the bigbucks, and living the high life on an expense account. In his pla...ce therewas this middle aged woman who worked for a while part time as abartender, trying to put together a life and planning on moving in withher mother. Quite the dichotomy!Earth to Beth. Time to get it together and face the day Beth. I went intothe bedroom, stripped off my nightgown, and took a long look in themirror. You have definitely come a. " She laughed.I didn't tell her about my plan to meet Matt later. I figured I woulddo that after dinner. "Okay, I am going to tap on Pat's door and see ifshe can add a little curl or bounce to my hair for tonight."Pat was wearing a new sundress when she opened the door. I told her shelooked good which was true and asked for a little extra for my hair.With the magic of some brushes, a blow dryer and a curling iron my hairlooked fuller, sexier, and younger.Back in our room I finished my. I was actually dying to get back to continuing masturbating myself with my dildo to finish off what I had started. I asked him if he wanted anything and he said he was fine. I immediately headed back to my room and removed my gown and threw it away. Then I unhooked my blouse and spread it apart to free my globes and lifted my petticoat upto my waist. Then I shoved my dildo deep in my pussy and continued imagining the stranger fantasy…Then after 10mins I heard him call me. I answered from my. .. ha! Well maybe you haven't noticed Mr. University Student but I'm going to turn eighteen in less than two months. She pulled her shoulders back as she spoke.But I actually had noticed the night before and again this morning. Little Bridget, the computer nerd/hacker, the tomboy who'd sported hoodies and always eschewed any makeup or attempts to pretty herself up, had, since the last time I'd seen her, suddenly developed some womanly properties.Like breasts. Two of which were clearly pushing.