Her Age & Race

Tom's expression changed from content to tired as they made it through the park, midway through their afternoon walk. His ice cream had long since been devoured and he felt the cotton t-shirt he wore clinging to his sweat ladened body.

"Want to call it a day and head home now Tom?"

Sarah asked with her brows knitting together in concern. She placed a hand onto her husband's shoulder and smiled with long indented dimples on both her cheeks. Sarah had surely been a looker back in the day and even now she caught the attention of hormonal college frat boys looking for a little milf action.

Tom looked over at his wife and nodded. If he kept going he felt like he'd pass out from the heat and overexertion. What had he been thinking coming out in ninety degree weather at his age? He stuffed both of his hands into his shorts pockets, searching for his car keys, but instead found himself scooping the coin between his thumb and forefinger. It wasn't bitingly cold anymore and he felt a selfish desire rise in the pit of his stomach. Could he really change his wife twice in one afternoon? How sick was he?

"Sarah."

Tom called lightly, snaking an arm around his wife's waist and smirking playfully. He leaned on in to plant a light kiss on her lips, knowing how much she used to get off from PDA. Whilst doing this, he brought the coin up to her earlobe again, barely brushing it on her subtly before lowering it to his pocket and breaking the kiss. His blue eyes widened at the changing transformations before his very eyes...

All he'd wished for was to make her young again or basically a cocoa skinned African beauty.

What he'd received was a combination of both. She was quite youthful now, an age just shy of being ready for the first years of college, placing her physically at maybe eighteen or nineteen years old. Her pale skin deepened in colour to an earthy brown and her hair fell down in ringlets around her face. Her lips plumped and her ass rounded. Her breasts no longer sagged but rather defied gravity beautifully, large and perky with her nipples peaking out from under the blouse she wore under the jumper.

"Sarah oh my god..."

Sarah arched a brow at him and stepped closer in concern. The changes affecting her seemed to bring no semblance of concern to her at all. It's as if she was born this way from day one.

"Are you feeling okay Tom? You look kind of pale. Come on, I'll drive."

She commented, dangling the car keys in his face, the ones that he'd just been looking for.

"Y-Yeah... probably a good idea.."