Packing it all in

Annita looked up from her book and let out a sigh.

"Had it really gotten that late?" she thought, her gaze shifting to the window. Part of her wished she didn't need to share this house with Delia. Nice as her 'daughter' was, she had clearly began to not see the same thing as she did. Especially after she had put on the weight. Said weight being her own idea, of course. Far separate from her time with Islam.

Making her way over to her prayer mat, Annita bowed down to the floor. Saying the words to herself, a sense of calm and modesty washed over her. How Delia couldn't get behind this, she wasn't sure. Not that it really mattered to her.

"Time for bed." Annita whispered and stood back up. For a brief moment, she could feel her bust jiggle slightly. She would love an actual set of breasts, but that was still a long way out. For now, she would have to settle for her 'moobs'. Not that it was much of a deal breaker for the elderly woman. If anything, it was just one more thing to work on.

Heading for her bathroom, Annita closed the door behind her. Stripping down, she got to slipping into her nightgown. While not as covering as her normal dresses, it still worked perfectly. Then it was time to brush her teeth.

Once that was all done, Annita returned to her bedroom and headed to bed. Turning off her light, Annita wondered what could await her tomorrow.