Sexy underwear and an unexpected invitation.

Kathleen, still mildly disoriented at having suddenly regressed to a younger—and possibly more attractive than was ever truly the case—version of herself, hastily dressed herself in the garments she'd been provided, barely processing the clerk's odd request to see her. "Oh, uh. Yeah sure. One sec!"

Per her usual habit, Kathleen started with the bra, which turned out to be a delightfully soft lacy thing without any underwire that would barely obscure anything at all. It was barely a bra, more like an enticing piece of decoration. As she pulled it tight against her body to secure it, she scoffed at the total lack of support it offered until she realized she really didn't need any support. She laughed. Her pre-childbirth chest was a fair bit smaller, always having been something right between B and C depending on the brand, and with the advantages of her magically-regained youth seemed almost impossibly perky.

She pulled on the matching pair of scandalously luxurious panties, gawking openly at her reflection. Part of her brain still didn't quite accept that the person in the mirror even was her. She ran her hands down over her perfectly trim waist to her gently flared hip and pert little butt. "God, I'm so fuckin' hot."

Stacy's voice came through the door, barely more than a whisper. "God, me too, thinking about you in there. If you're into it, sweet thing, let me in and I can help take care of that for you."

Kathleen froze, still only half-dressed. It'd been years since anyone had so brazenly propositioned her, and it'd never been another woman. Times sure had changed, she guessed. Her mind and emotions ran wild as she found herself actually considering it.