Ah, young men never change. Back in my day, the boys and I always hooted and hollered at fine young women, and that hasn’t changed… mostly. I may looks like a cute young thing, yet an hour ago I was an old prune, one who won the weekly retirement home bingo tournament and earned myself a day in the retirement home bodysuit so I could feel what it’s like to be young again, and it is stupendous! I wasn’t thrilled about being a dame, but this feels incredible, a thousand times better than my achy old skin, and even better than my body was in my prime. I may just need to keep this bodysuit for myself. Sure, it could be hard getting everything I need, but if there’s one thing I know about men, is that they’ll do anything for a pretty face and a nice ass.