With each trip into the past, I had lost about two years in physical appearance for each year spent in the past.This time, I didn’t have any fresh b...llet holes to investigate or any other injuries that I was unable to explain to the authorities. They had me in the quasi-mental ward on the top floor and they had us all locked in at night but at least they had not put me into a restraining jacket like they had done the first time it had happened to me. The world around me had aged at the expected. “The dress you have on is quite adequate, Mrs. Price. As for you Nicola, you’re about my size. I’m sure we can find something in my wardrobe.” said Sharifa.Gwenllian had changed into a green three quarter length dress for dinner. It was the only one she had. “I don’t know...” she said uneasily.“Oh come on, mam. When was the last time you let your hair down? It’ll be fun,”Without another word Sharifa and Nicola disappeared into the bedroom.“You own all these dresses?” asked an astonished Nicola. Her tiny nipples were pointed and erect and the small patch of blonde hair barely covered her pussy. Her stomach, showed the small hint of a tan line just below her navel, matching the color of her breasts. Her navel looked odd and at the second look I saw a ring connected to her body.I shut the water off and passed the towel to her, stepping back. I took one more look at her body and watched a moment as she started drying herself. Realizing she was OK I backed out of the room, my eyes quickly. Uhhh, could I pick the cob I want?, I asked. Oh, sure, sorry, they were all picked just this morning. Here, I want to show you the one I want, as I raised the camera into view. She looked at me quizically, then at the screen. I moved up behind her, held the camera in front of her and pushed play. Her image appeared on the screen, writhing, humping the corn cob, moaning estatically. She froze, first flushing with embarrassment, then all the color draining from her face as she watched her own.