Jon finished. He had finally chosen to give his hair a wavy look, the luxurious scarlet locks framing his sexy features perfectly. He had finally stopped aging at 37 years of age, but Jon wasn't worried about that. After all, he looked hot to go toe to toe with any girl in their prime, and he liked to think he aged like a fine wine.
Wait, what am I thinking? Jon thought. Aging well? Hot? What's happening to me? I'm becoming some kind of slutty cougar! the word seemed to send a shiver Jon's spine. Ooh, to think of finding some young, twenty something boy, take him to bed, and- No! No, this is all wrong. I won't let myself become this, I won't-
"There you are," Zoe said behind him. "I think you've spent enough time in getting ready dad."
"Dad?" Jon asked, in a voice that sounded quite unlike his old one. He swiveled in his seat, a smile on his glossed lips. "Tell me, sweetie, do I look like a father to you?"
Zoe blinked for a moment, then shook her head. "I'm sorry, did I just call you dad? Sorry, I naturally meant mom. But you're taking forever!"
"Well I'm done now, so stop whining, dear!" Jon replied with a giggle. "Go on, I'll be right behind you." Zoe gave her mother an incredulous look, then exited the room.
Jon stood, laughing to himself at his daughter's impatience. I swear, that girl... He glanced in the mirror, rubbing his chest with dissatisfaction. I'm not really this flat chested, am I? I must be seeing things. Oh well, need to go before Zoe has a heart attack. Oop, almost forgot my purse! Jon made sure to scoop up his purse on the way out, slinging it over one shoulder, which was now bare as the MILF shirt receded further down Jon's body, and minced out the door, heading down the stairs after Zoe.
