The matronly librarian

My eyes locked through the tortoise shell lenses with their elderly wearer's, her eyes flickering in shock between my blushing face and still shrinking bulge. Who knew how long she'd been there, or what sex with an invisible bombshell looks like? "Young man, what are you doing back here?" She whispered accusingly, licking her withered lips to help the words out. I wish that reflexive action hadn't looked so erotic to me, but now that the old woman was not behind a desk, I realized she definitely had been a knockout in her prime. Thanks to the lust injection the ring gave me, I was keenly aware of where her curves were hiding beneath last century's fashion. Was I cursed to be turned on by even old people?

"Hey, Dumb-Dumb, if her age is an issue, why not change it??” Jeanie had floated herself slightly above the room, happy with the view of my embarrassment. She was right, though, and with my head still cloudy from the powerful orgasm a few moments ago, I was very tempted, but how much power would it take to turn back the clock on someone, especially someone with a lot of clock to turn?

The librarian approached me, entering the private alcove I had claimed for my research, hidden from any curious eyes. "What are you doing?" She asked again, her shrunken figure leaving her over a head shorter than me. We were inches from each other, her crinkled eyes still had a sharp awareness about them, and her face was still full of healthy color. Was she blushing? I noticed one of her slender hands trying to subtly stamp out a sensation between her thighs. It seemed the arousal was reciprocated. As the gorgeous elder looked up at me with a lip biting stare, I knew I had to have her--the ring and my cock had decided--but she needed to change. I convinced myself a second shot at life was a good thing for her, and not a selfish choice on my part. As the ring grew scalding hot, I fell back into my chair with a yelp. Any authority left in the woman disappeared as she saw my reaction, suddenly worried for my well being. Before she can ask another question, she froze as the ring molded her to my desires. "Wha?" Was her only sound as her body shimmered in place.

Changes started from the top down and everywhere at once, slowly and instantly. Her hair inflated within the taut bun behind her head, until the hair tie split, showering her shoulders in cascading, ebony waves. Said shoulders pulled back as musculature, long since atrophied, expanded to their youthful prime. Her face flushed deeper as virility returned to her form, her creaky voice smoothing out to a soprano purr as wrinkles flattened on her skin, regaining a healthy tan. Her narrow lips plumped to a comfortable, soft fullness, and her emerald eyes widened in shock and youthful energy. Her height hardly changed, as she seemed to be a petite woman naturally, but her straighten stature brought my attention to the most exciting change of her body. With her shoulders pulled back, I could watch her chest perk up beneath the now frumpy looking, old maid's dress. The simple bra she was wearing squeezed the bountiful flesh it could no longer suppress behind black fabric. The modest outfit tightened and lifted with her breasts, showing off slender calves widening to the toned thighs and broad hips still hidden.

When the transformation was complete, the only sound I could hear was Jeanie's approving wolf whistle and my own pounding heart. The librarian now looked like a woman my own age caught trying on her mother's clothes. She touched her unblemished cheek, expecting years of wear but only finding smooth contours. "How...Why...You..?" She didn't know where to start her game of 20 questions, as she spun around to look over the rest of her body, allowing me to see the absolute dump truck lifting the hem of her dress much higher in the back than in the front.