THE YOUNG LOVER WHO MADE ME FEEL YOUNG AGAIN......3

I gave her a look like I was going to strangle her. Maybe she could get away with wearing something like that with her slim figure, but there was no way in the world that I would ever attempt it. It's not that I am fat in any way -- but I don't exactly belong to some fancy health club with personal trainers, that's for sure.

Mo stuck her tongue out at me and giggled. "Okay...Be a party pooper. See if I care.

"Let's see...Harem Girl? No. French Maid? Oops, it has a tear in it. Ikenga really liked that one! Ha! I've got it!"

Maureen turned to me with a nurse's uniform. I was surprised. I didn't think that Maureen would own anything so simple. I thought that I had better grab this one before she changed her mind and talked me into something much more revealing.

"Great!", she said," You'll be a naughty nurse."

I didn't see anything that suggested naughtiness to the outfit. It looked like a regular nurse's uniform to me. That was until Mo lifted the front of the dress to reveal what was on the hanger beneath it. That is when I saw the sexy lingerie hanging there.

I looked at Mo and said," I hope you don't think that I am going to -- "

She cut me off before I could go any further. "San," she pleaded,"It's not that bad. Beside, it'll be underneath where nobody can see it."

I looked at the garter belt and silky lingerie. "Mo, I've never worn anything like that before in my life. I'll feel stupid."

"Please, San," she pleaded again, "The whole idea of Costume is to not only dress differently, but to feel differently."

That is when I made my fatal mistake. I hesitated a moment.

Maureen quickly filled the silence with, "Besides, I called No-Backsies, so you can't go back on your word."

Like I might have said earlier -- Maureen was a force of nature. When she was excited about something, there was no way of changing her mind. You had no choice but to go along with her or be steamrolled by her will. I shrugged my shoulders in defeat.

Maureen thrust the outfit towards me. "Here -- You try it on and I'll go get into my costume, too. I'm going as an Indian Princess."

I just shook my head when I was finally alone. I looked at the nurse's outfit on the bed and started stripping out of my clothes. Mo may have a screw or two loose in that head of hers, but maybe she was right. What would be the harm in letting myself be someone else for just one night?

I picked up the silky bra and panties. The material felt so nice between my fingers -- so light and soft. I looked down at myself and realized that I was going to have to make an adjustment or two if I was going to wear anything so skimpy. Oh well, it was Costume. I walked over to the door and called through it, "Mo? Do you think I have time to shower before we go?"

"Sure, hon," came her response, "There are towels and things in the linen closet in your bathroom. Make yourself at home."

I went in and started a nice hot shower. Just as she said, I found everything that I needed in the linen closet. I stepped beneath the hot spray and picked up a razor. I couldn't believe that I was really doing this.

I worked as quickly as I could to trim my pubic hair back. Each time that I thought that I had removed enough of my bush, I pictured the skimpy panties in my head and went back and removed even more. Finally, I made a bold decision and shaved it all off completely. I had never done this before. I couldn't believe how different it made me look and feel. Even if it was just for one night, I have to admit that it felt nice not to feel like the same forty-eight year old grandmother.

I stepped out of the shower. I knew that I had taken too long and tried my best to get ready as quickly as possible. I slipped the skimpy panties on. They made me feel unbelievably wicked as I felt the silky material against my shaven mound. It took me a few seconds to figure out how to put the garter belt on properly; then I slipped the white nylon stockings on my legs. I hooked the clasps from the belt to the top of the stockings and stood back to see how I'd done.

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