Robert folded the shirt and was about to head downstairs when he noticed what was underneath it. Under the shirt was one of his 'adult magazines', with the picture of a nearly nude young stud with muscles rippling all over his body.
Giving the magazine a knowing grin, Robert picked it up and put it away in his drawer. The image stuck in his head though, and he felt a little hot under the collar. Strangely, however, his male genitals had the opposite of a usual reaction to arousal, and began to quickly retract inside his body.
As Robert began mincing downstairs, his chest began bouncing more with each step down. The rhinestone letters pushed out with each step, as halfway down the stairs Robert reached his target age of thirty seven.
At the base of his stairs he paused to fix his bra, which had slipped out of place during all those trips up and down the stairs. He took a moment to look at the breasts within, feeling a certain sense of pride at having such good knockers at his age. Sure, he wasn't as big as Jordan, but C cup wasn't bad for a Chinese girl.
As Robert resumed walking, shirt in hand, his balls and penis finally completed their inversion, leaving the front of her tight skirt completely flat. She smiled down at the young boy, handing him the shirt. "Here's all I got, kiddo, I hope you don't mind," she said.
"No, no, thank you, ma'am," the boy said, taking the shirt but not yet giving it a good look.
"Will you be alright, dear? Say, what's your name?"
"Freddy." The boy said hastily, feeling a bit awkward talking to such a pretty lady wearing so few clothes. "Freddy Mcmillian. Now, if you'll excuse me, I hafta go..."
