A New (out) Look, but first..

Abigail Harris checked herself in the Retirement Home's employee changing room mirror. The last forty-eight hours of feeling more desired and appreciated than she had in years had caused her to get up a little earlier today and take a little more time with her appearance.

Instead of simply showering and throwing on one of her big old tee shirts and jeans, she tried to do what she could for her trip with the old folks to the mall. The brunette dried her long tresses and combed them through many times, bringing a sheen to her raven locks she didn't think she'd ever seen. She pulled the thick mane back and put it into a sensible ponytail. Still, though, the nerdy glasses. She looked at her face and pouted.

Next, she got a shorty polo shirt and designer jeans out of the back of her closet. Abbie tugged the snug garments over her sensible white bra and panties. She had to admit, the jersey did look cute on her, the red shirt cut so just a sliver of slightly convex tummy was exposed. Of course, now there was no hiding her thirty-eight double d chest. Her boobs taxed the cerise material, causing the white shirt collar's open neck to gap more than a bit.

Abbie turned to look at her butt in the full-length mirror. The denim encased it nicely, the middle seam disappearing between the two globes of assflesh. She smiled a little smile. 'If the horny old guys liked my ass before, what'll they think now?' she wondered. Speaking of which, she reminded herself, it was time to do her morning rounds.

She entered John Ray's Room 3 and found the man adjusting his necktie, with the help of a good-looking young guy.

"My, my, don't we look handsome today!" Abbie teased, seeing the man was all dressed up in a slightly out of date sportcoat and tie.

John Ray turned to answer her and Abbie thought his jaw was going to hit the floor as he took in her new outfit. The old man quickly recovered, not wanting to look foolish in front of his grandson.

"This is Kyle, one of my many grandkids. He brings my Racing Form by before school when I ask for it." John said, introducing the two teens.

"Hi. Nice to meet you," he said politely before excusing himself, not looking past the nerdy countenance of the budding beauty.

John looked a little upset with his grandson's abrupt departure. "Forgive him. He's a little full of himself sometimes."

Abbie waved her hand and smiled. "No worries. I'm used to it."

"Hard to believe that! You're a knockout, girl!" John responded, grasping and caressing her outstretched hand.

"No time for that now, Mr. Ray," she smiled sweetly, pulling back her hand. "I take it you are going with us today to the mall?"

"Yeah," he smiled. "Us menfolk usually dress up and sit by the fountains and watch the purty gals go by!" he winked. "Let the shoppin' to the women!"

"Okay. I'll see you in about two hours!" Abbie told him.

Abbie next checked on Pearl Johnson in Room 5. She was also finishing putting on her Sunday best in anticipation of her day out.

"I'm so glad they are letting you accompany us!" said the nice old lady. Abbie also felt her eyes appraise her new look. "I'm glad to see you are taking more pride in your appearance, Abbie. You'll soon feel better about yourself, and more confident."

"I think I already am, Mrs. Johnson," Abbie replied.

"That's good to hear!" the sweet old lady smiled back. "Listen, I'd like to think of you as the granddaughter I never had. I wanna take you shopping with me today!"

"Well... I guess that'd be alright."

"I used to be a beautician before the kids locked me away in here. I do a lot of the ladies'. Why don't you stop in before we go and I'll do your hair and makeup?"

"Thank you," Abbie smiled brightly. "I better finish my rounds so I can get back. Bye."

Abbie visited the remainder of the residents, surprised at how many were going to the mall with her. Eventually, she reached her last room. Room 17.

As she had done all day, Abbie knocked before entering. As Abbie made small talk with the handsome silver-haired gentleman as she made his bed, she could tell where his eyes were following. Her shirt-bursting titties.

"Mr. Chambers, you're going to burn a hole in my shirt if you keep staring so hard!" she smiled at him.

"I wish!" he laughed. "I was just hoping for a replay of yesterday's action."

"I'm sorry, but I've really got to finish up and get ready for the trip to the mall. You're coming, right?" she asked as she tidied up the room.

"I'd like to, all over those big titties of yours!" he grinned slyly. "Just a flash?"

"Oookay," agreed Abbie reluctantly. She pulled her jersey and industrial-strength bra up to her neck.

Chambers watched, transfixed, as the twin globes of teen titflesh jostled, then settled high on Abbie's chest, not a hint of sag.

"I've got an idea!" Mark Chambers exclaimed." Give me your bra. You can be on your way and I can enjoy sliding my hard cock into the warm cups of your bra. Then I can get rid of this woody you've given me, girl!"

Abbie found herself excited, rather than disgusted by the idea of the old man masturbating in her bracups. "I really shouldn't. My nipples will show right through this shirt!" Abbie said , already having taken off the plain brassiere.

"See! Look!" Abbie said, her nips poking the thin material like twin buttons.

"Well, you're going to the mall. Buy a new one!" With that, he handed her a twenty dollar bill.

Abbie couldn't argue with the man's logic. She said her goodbyes and headed back to Room 5.

Inside, she found Pearl ready and waiting. The makeup and hair brushes sat by a seat at the sink.

Minutes later, Abbie looked in the woman's vanity mirror, not believing her eyes. Gone was the sullen and blotchy-looking girl of yesterday. Today, a teen dream looked back at her. Her fair skin glowed, the cheeks blushed lightly. A minimum of makeup brought out her eyes and accentuated her pouty lips.

"Now.. about those spectacles.." Pearl said, not wanting to hurt the girl.

"I know. They're awful. I have a new prescription, but haven't the money for a new pair." Abbie reached in her purse for a crumple of paper.

Pearl took the doctor's orders. "Then we'll stop at Lensmakers first." She practically pulled Abbie to her feet, throwing the girl's plastic-framed glasses into her handbag. "Let's be off then!"