Millicent's Fashion Fairytale

Standing in front of the full length mirror, Millicent looked herself over. She knew she was in good shape considering her age, but even knowing that didn't make her feel any better. Sighing, she looked down at her breasts, while they were still full; they weren't as firm as they once were. Sighing, she looked down at her flat stomach. Gone were her rock hard abs, replaced with soft padding. Looking down at her covered legs, she smiled slightly, nothing had really changed, except being a little larger, but they still looked as good as they did twenty years ago. Glancing over her body again, she sighed sadly. She knew the designer clothing made her look better, but looking down at herself now, she couldn't see it.

She felt old.

Shaking her head at her silliness, Millicent straightened her shoulders and looked herself in the eye and smiled, only the sparkle in her eyes was gone.

Sighing again, she looked down as she reached behind her for the zipper. Fumbling slightly, she tried to zip the blue dress up, only succeeding to move it an inch before she couldn't raise it any higher. Exhaling heavily, she turned around and looked in the mirror as she twisted her arms at odd angle, trying to do the zip up. After five minutes of struggling with it, she slammed her hand against the wall in a fit of irritation, only to regret it seconds later as her hand started to tingle in pain.

Next door to her in the other changing room, her niece Barbie called out. "Aunt Millicent, are you okay?"

Inhaling, she forced down her irrational anger. "Fine, I'm just having trouble with the zip."

"If you give me a moment, I can do it up for you." Barbie said.

Before she could say anything in response, another voice joined the conversation. "If you would like, Millicent, I can help you."

Millicent snapped her head up and looked at her reflection in the mirror with wide eyes. "T-That is very kind of you Alice, thank you."

A few seconds later, the door behind her opened and in stepped Alice, already dressed in one of her own creations. Looking down, Millicent waited for Alice to close the door. Hearing the click of the lock, she froze up, her back going tense. But upon feeling the young lady's fingers whisper across her bare skin as she slowly slid the zip up, she shivered. The ghost of her fingers left a trail of fire along her spine, burning her. Millicent closed her eyes and bit down on her lip, making sure not to gasp out loud.

When the zip was done and the little clasp clipped, Millicent inhaled deeply and looked at her reflection in the mirror. Now that the dress was done up, she looked as if she had a body of a twenty year old. Running her hands down the bodice of the dress with a sigh.

"There's nothing better than a dress that fits perfectly." She whispered, not looking away from her stomach.

Behind her, Alice reached out and placed her hands on the grey headed woman's narrow hips. "No, there is." She whispered back.

Millicent looked up from her hips to Alice's face, only to notice that she was slowly looking her over in the reflection. Feeling the blood rush to her face, Millicent looked away from their reflection, only to look back up shyly at Alice's next words.

"You are beautiful Millicent."

Shaking her head, Millicent allowed her shoulders to drop. "I am old."

Alice wound her arms around the woman waist and rested her chin on her shoulder. "Do not be ashamed of your age." She whispered in her ear. "It is one of the many things that makes you beautiful." She said before lightly touching her lips to her neck.

Stepping back, Alice smiled slightly at the dazed woman before turning around and exiting the room.

Licking her lips, Millicent looked herself in the eye and smiled fully.

The sparkle was back.