I took my razor with me into theshower and made sure that my legs were really smooth and hairless. Then,on an impulse, I shaved off my pubic hair, and...then shaved my bottom,trying to (carefully) remove as much hair as possible from between thecheeks of my bum and behind my balls.Once towelled dry, I stepped into my new knickers. They felt deliciouslycool and soft against my hairless bottom and balls. My cock started tostiffen and I knew that I would have to hold back. There would need to. .. we'll always have Dallas" would surely be a buzz kill and a dick softener. Morning wood is always a good thing, but even better with memories of a night full of hot and passionate sex with a hot and passionate woman. As I step into the steaming shower, my mind if full of the images from last night. My already hard cock somehow gets even harder. Instinctively my hand reaches down and slowly begins to stroke it. It seems a bit drafty in here, I must not have completely closed the bathroom. "Who's going to stop her?" asked the ghost."Well... well... i will!" i replied firmly about to move towards the nurse."How you going to do that?" asked the ghost.Before saying "When you can't even move out of that chair!"Suddenly i found myself sat in that hospital chair, now imprisoned in my older body, unable to move, to weak to even call out for help."What's going on? How am i here?" i said to the ghost in horror."Because you need to change Ebenezer! You need to change!" replied the ghost,. She sat up, wincing at the pain all over her body. She was wearing a flannel nightgown, and the room she had been sleeping in was warm and well furnished. Over on the white dresser, there was a note taped to her mirror. She got up slowly, careful not to accidentally bump her sore hips against the chair back. The note was printed in a clear, firm hand: I don't know your name, otherwise I would address this note to you. I will not be here today, but I hope you find your quarters comfortable..