Vanilla continued to stare at what she was looking at. It was herself, as she had once been when she was no more than a teenager in high school. She touched the window slowly to make sure it wasn't a phony. Then she moved onto her own arms, pinching them in a process.
"No. It's not a dream", Vanilla said, in shock and awe. Then in a triumphant cry of pure joy she cried out loud, "I'm YOUNG again!"
Dancing around, her dress twirling in the room, Vanilla was in pure joy of her renewed youth. But how much had changed? Vanilla decided a further investigation was needed.
She proceeded to remove her dress, letting it fall to the floor as she stood in only her panties and loose bra, which soon followed suit.
Her hands then proceeded to her now upright breasts, jiggling them in the process. They hadn't shrunk so much, but they were much more upright than what Vanilla would be years later.
A cold wind was blowing through her room, perking up Vanilla's nipples.
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