Someone else notices first.

Abigail Harris stood once again in the middle of the lingerie shop's small changing cubicle as one of her charges from the retirement home dressed her like her mother did when she was four. She stood deathly still in front of sweet old Pearl Johnson as the woman slid on the tailored blouse of light violet and began to button the small studs. Abbie was afraid the woman would be able to detect the humming emanating from deep inside her assguts. The newly transformed brunette was afraid to admit she had been using Pearl's vibrator on her asshole when the old dear walked in and Abbie hid it there.

Pearl's hands lightly brushed the girl's sensitive titties as she left the top few buttons undone, showing a hint of the teen's pretty new lingerie. As the woman helped Abbie into the straight black skirt, she continued talking.

"I think it would be nice of you to do a little lingerie show for the boys one night, it being close to Valentine's Day and all." Pearl tugged the tiny zipper shut on the skirt's rear, near the waistband. "It would be a nice way to repay them for their generosity. God knows the dears will be feeling lonely." Abbie eyed the near-knee length skirt with Pearl in the long wall mirror. Most of the buttons going down the middle of the front and back were left open. Pearl said this would be best to get up and down the high bus stairs. Pearl continued. "Our 'gang of four'... John, Mark, Frank and I, get together for poker night once a week. Tony, the night nurse, lets us use the lounge after hours. That would be the ideal time for a little 'show'. And I'd be there to help keep the boys in check." Pearl smiled at Abbie's reflection as they both examined the completed look. Sensible black heels finished off the ensemble.

"That sounds like it would be nice!" smiled Abbie back, knowing she would likely be doing more than modelling.

"You go pick up your glasses and I'll meet you at the bus after Gus arrives to pick up the packages. Oh, and walk by the fountain on your way out. Give the old coots an eyeful. Wait 'til they find out it was you!" Pearl chuckled.

Fifteen minutes later found Abbie sitting at the optician's desk, as the lab-coated young professional checked her new pair of lenses for a final fit. The new pair of trendy black frames, shaped with small oval lenses, gave Abbie a studious, rather than nerdy, look. With her hair piled up as it was now, she looked like a sexy secretary, or librarian. She tried to suppress a giggle as the optician's own eyes were constantly drifting to her dramatic décolletage. Soon, though, her bill already paid, the brunette was off to the home's mini-bus.

Abbie walked past the other three of the gang of four by the cascading water fountains. She could tell their eyes were devouring her, even from a fair distance. But she also knew they had no clue who they were lusting after. She thought it humorous that the three fountains behind the old guys jetted in the air, one by one, as she strode by their positions.

For the return trip to the home, it was Abbie who was first on the bus. She smiled brightly up at the seniors as she watched them go by from her seat near the entrance of the bus, diagonal to the driver's seat. Cleavage and leg were on sweet display as she sat there, the unbuttoned areas gapped open. For a change, most were dumbstruck at her transformation.

That soon changed, as the gang of four were reunited. Abbie turned to talk over the back of her seat, giving the men even more of a view into the depths of her cleavage.

The still tomboyish beauty hadn't given much thought to the way her legs were splayed, either. She didn't notice Gus adjust his mirror to have a lensful of garter-framed pantycrotch whenever he glanced up, which was often. His lustful gaze had the sixty year old so hard his erection practically jammed the spokes of his steering wheel. Between the mirror full of lacy white pussy-packed panty and the sweet girlish voice drifting up to his seat, he hoped he didn't cream his slacks before they reached Bellevue Home For Retired Gentle Folks.

Gus pulled into the home's drive, dry but horny. Adjusting the mirror back into position didn't help his case. Abbie leaned forward, watching him angle close to the building. He swore he could see her belly button, he could see so far down into her cleavage from his mirror's new vantage point.

Gus said friendly goodbyes to the residents as they disembarked, afraid to let his erection show if he got out of his seat. Abbie still sat behind him, finishing some paperwork. That little redhead in the lingerie shop, she was just an appetizer. Behind him sat the main course.

The bus was soon vacant. "Okay Abbie, let's go back and get your bags." Gus got out of his seat and ushered her to the rear of the bus, closing the folding doors with an ominous thud.

Abbie thought this unusual, since she saw Pearl and Gus put the bags in from the rear handicap door. She also was stunned by the obvious bulge in the man's slacks when he got up and turned towards her. But she felt she had no option but to follow the man to the open area behind the seating.

Abbie bent to grab one of the shiny red shopping bags lined in a neat row in the wheelchair area. She felt a cold, steely hand grasp her right bicep.

"Hold on there a minute, missy. We've got some unfinished business to attend to first!" The old man twisted her arm so her palm rested on his cockbulge.

"Oh, please, sir! No!" Abbie tried unsuccessfully to shake from his grasp. She really needed to get inside and remove this vibrator from her butt before Pearl discovers it is gone. And God forbid this bullying perv should find it there!

"Don't tell me no!" the man turned her to face him, his cold grey eyes glaring at her as he continued. "You've been flashing your fancy panties at me all the way here and shaking your boobs behind me when I'd check the mirror! It's a wonder you didn't make me wreck us!"

"I'm sorry, sir! I didn't mean to." Her violet eyes began to brim with tears.

"Don't go turnin' the waterworks on for me, darlin'. I would think after I helped you with your bags and all, you wouldn't mind giving me a nice friendly blowjob. Don't forget, one word from me and you'll be off this job!" he bluffed. He outlined her pouty lips with his callused fingertip.

Abbie was a relieved that was all he wanted. Her dirty little secret would remain safe for now. She dropped to her knees on the carpeted floor.

Gus coaxed her back to her feet by lifting her by the chin. "Take off the blouse and skirt and lay them over the seat. I wanna see the undies you are so proud of."

Abbie undressed under the lecherous gaze of the minibus driver. Clad in only the sexy lingerie, she returned to her knees before the man. She hoped noone outside would see her. She undid the man's fly, barely avoiding the gnarled length popping out of the opened pants. The constant stimulation of the ass-filling vibrator left her with no reserve. She instantly inhaled the pre-cum dripping prick, ravenously slurping at it, driving the old man wild. Abbie let the fat cockhead distort her cheek outwards as she continued to lave the turgid meat with her tongue.

"Oh, God! You have a mouth like a streetalley whore! Now you can wear my cum like one!" He pulled out of Abbie's leeching mouth, leaving an almost unhappy-looking expression on the brunette's face.

Surprise replaced unhappiness as ropes of thick cum spurted into Abbie's face, coating the lenses of her new glasses and forcing her to blow cum bubbles out of one nostril. Gus aimed lower, painting Abbie's colossal cleavage, then her belly.

As Abbie stood, stunned at the mess, Gus tucked himself in and zipped himself up. "I'll take your bags in to the employee lockerroom." Silently, the man dropped out the back door and took all the bags.

After quickly wiping herself off with some towelettes she found in the nearby firstaid kit, Abbie redressed and made her way through the common area of the retirement home. Too late, she realized she was passing the director's office observation windows. She heard the woman call from her office.

"Excuse me, miss. You need a pass if you are visiting here!"

Abbie turned into the office. "It's me, Miss Barnard."

The director was stunned at Abbie's transformation. She looked the girl up and down. "I think you have some explaining to do, young lady!" she smiled, offering the seat across from her desk.

Abbie related how the old folks had wanted to treat her to a makeover, leaving out the more salacious details.

Miss Barnard did notice the teen's constant fidgeting. Abbie tried to tell her it was nothing, but the constant pressure from the hard plastic seat on the vibrator's end was just too much. She related what had happened between her and Mrs. Johnson and the dildo the past days, and how she had come to sit before her with a vibrator up her ass.

"Well, that explains why the women adore you as well!" Miss harrumphed. "I didn't realize you were bisexual, Miss Harris."

"Oh, oh, I'm not!' Abbie worked hard to correct. "She just wanted to get me off."

"And you didn't return the favor? Don't you think that selfish, Abigail?"

"Well, er..." Abbie looked away from Miss Barnard's gaze.

"And while I encouraged you to pursue your endeavors inside these walls, I don't think it a good idea you engage the residents in sex outside them. And then there is the matter of your stealing from the residents.." Miss Barnard strums her fingers on her desk, looking at Abbie sternly.

"Stealing..?" Abbie asks.

"You have a resident's private property without her consent, don't you? That right there is grounds for outright dismissal." Miss smiles wickedly, reeling Abbie in.

"Oh, please, ma'am, I need this.." Abbie pleaded.

"Now I understand these are special circumstances. But still... you need some sort of disciplinary action. Question is