His grandmother...a much, much younger grandmother

You stand there, your mouth dropping open as you realize the Angel with you is your grandmother. You're surprised you recognized her; she looked like she was in her early 20's, but she passed away at 95 years old just a few years ago. Your mom always had pictures of her, though, and one of those pictures was taken just after she came back from the war, working as a nurse.

Seeing her here, now, you realize your grandma was a fucking fox!

She's wearing loose, flowing robes and bathed in light. The appearance has given the robes a translucent quality, and you realize that as she walks toward you, you can see through them for little peeks and flashes.

"Grandma Kat?" you ask, dumbfounded.

"Not exactly, youngman," she says with an impish grin. "Katherine's body passed away, but I have all of her memories, and I watched over you and your family for sometime after ward," she said, the grin never fading. You suddenly felt very guilty and if you had physical cheeks, they'd be blushing. "Especially you. At night," she said, the grin getting larger and you'd swear she licked her lips.

"But, that's not why I'm here. I'm here because you chose me to guide you, and I'm here to help you," she says sweetly. "I'll show you everything you need to see, and teach you quite a bit more, my boy." She licked her lips again and you felt yourself get rock hard in front of your much-younger-Grandma, thinking of all of the implications, especially after she basically admitted to watching you jerk off after she passed away. She notices the effect she's having and grins and giggles even more.

"Ask me three questions and we'll travel from there and show you around," she said. She always gave us three questions as kids when we showed up at her house.