Losing Donald was hard. Losing Anthony and his wife was even harder. But Phyllis was determined to be there for her step-grandson. She’d done her best to raise him, though she could tell he still struggled socializing with others his age, even as he grew up. Always reliant on her, always wanting to earn her praise. It was cute, honestly, but as she laid in bed, she prayed that he would find a cute girl closer to his age to fall in love with.

Seems like she and God had a little miscommunication.

Phyllis gazed at herself in the mirror with wide eyes, hardly believing them. The woman staring back at her was...Young! Gorgeous! Save for the white hair, it was the exact image of herself back in her early-20’s! Experimentally, Phyllis squeezed her tits, no longer saggy and old, but bouncy and youthful. And her curves! Oh, God, she hadn’t remembered she had curves this good!

“Oh, my...” Phyllis whispered to herself, gulping nervously. “This is...How did this happen..? Oh, gosh, what do I do? What can I do?”