by Violet-C » Sun Apr 22, 2018 3:31 am
Part 2
Italy had been absolutely fantastic and she couldn't remember ever having had a better holiday. Strangely though, as much fun as she’d had, the time had still dragged, as if anything, the desire to start her transformation had grown stronger throughout her stay.
But there had certainly been times when it had completely slipped from her mind as she had forgotten how wealthy her long-time friend Amanda actually was. They had the most gorgeous villa a few miles from Sienna in the heart of Chianti-shire and when they weren’t by the pool they were taking day trips to Florence, Sienna or the many other historic Tuscan towns.
Amanda and her had also spent a few days in Rome together, staying in a small hotel and it reminded them both of their time staying there when they were not exactly poor, but at least as pre-University teenagers.
She was suddenly woken from her half dream by the stewardess reminding her to fasten her seat belt. They were about to land at Heathrow. She folded her table away and slipped her notebook into her Mulberry bag below her seat. The flight had been the first time that she’d been able to make notes on her plans since she’d left home, as her shopping lists and ideas would have looked rather strange if Amanda had spotted it.
It contained such particularly strange items as: Grannie perfume (she hadn't decided on a brand yet), grey curly wig, grannie glasses as well as support tights, sandals and sensible shoes. She’d underlined the word sensible, although flat shoes were in and were items she wore more and more, there was still something particularly old fashioned about the ones she had in mind from her Internet research!
When she got home she was also delighted to see that yesterday the email she’d been desperate to receive from Sam Griffiths about her request to meet had been received. Sophie had written and re-written the email about 10 times before she had finally pressed send and it had taken Sam three days to reply. She had started to believe that her email had been ignored or possibly not reached her and she wasn’t looking forward to having to call her, despite Jenny having given her both her mobile and email. Somehow she felt she could hide behind the email if the response had been negative.
But she needn’t have worried, the reply when it came couldn't have been friendlier or more positive in its tone. Sam was very apologetic for the delay in replying but she wanted to speak to her boss, Justin the business’s owner first, but he’d been away on holiday in Barcelona with his boyfriend and she didn’t want to send an email about what could have seemed like a strange request, but he was now back and was very willing to meet her as well, but did warn her that it wouldn't be cheap. However there was no indication of price. Sam had a dreadful moment of fear that Sam may have given him her name and portrayed her as some absolute weirdo, but realistically from the email it looked genuine.
Anyway she knew now that the dye was cast and barring any unforeseeable disasters she was beginning to realize that this crazy and now what seemed very frightening prospect was going to happen and that on Monday she would be phoning Sam to confirm their meeting for coffee. She didn’t know if Justin would be there as she rather hoped to be able to meet Sam alone first.
At 2.30pm on Tuesday, Sophie walked into the Costa Coffee in Camden and as soon as she walked in Sam got up to greet her. Sam had obviously researched her on-line. Sam gave her an overly enthusiastic affectionate hug and kissed her as if she was her oldest friend. She had a slight hint of a Welsh accent and was absolutely gorgeous. She probably stood a couple of inches taller than Sophie with a mop of shoulder length curly dirty blond hair. She was slim with gorgeous boobs and a very friendly smile. Somehow she managed to instantly put Sophie at ease in a meeting that she was eagerly awaiting but also petrified of, in equal measures. In fact, her easy charm reminded her forcefully of her mother Jenny, Sophie thought to herself how could I have ever thought I might not like this girl!
Sam insisted on buying and asked what she wanted and when Sophie asked for a flat white, Sam sarcastically replied – “Very 21st century, I thought you might be more of a wartime girl, possibly re-using a teabag for the 10th time”. We both laughed, but she was right and I instantly thought that yes, when in my new character there would be no more flat whites or espressos, it would be weak milky tea and I might also have to start taking sugar – urggh!
We chatted and got on amazingly well and I was surprised to hear how often her mother had mentioned me and how much she liked me and that despite of my wealth I’d had a tough few years, but she knew I could really achieve whatever I wanted.
I explained my idea, trying not to sound like a complete nutcase and also trying to play up her mother’s part in it so I could half blame her if I panicked and decided to pull out. We talked for ages and some of what we said must have been heard by other customers and although I tried to be as discrete as I could, there was no doubting that the girl on the next table was only pretending to be texting like crazy and was desperate to catch every word we said. When she got up to leave I half expected her to say bye-bye Grandma, but thankfully she just picked up her backpack put her headphones in and left.
With that, Sam said, “So, shall we get on with it and meet Justin. He’s desperate to meet you and the office is only about 10 minutes walk from here!”
“Yes I guess so, better now than never” I responded trying to hide my nerves.
We walked up past Camden Lock market passing all the Goths and Punks, and I couldn’t help thinking how out of place I looked and how even more unusual I would seem in this environment beneath my disguise.
We arrived at Sam’s office, a converted railway arch and I was warmly greeted by Zoe, the very on-trend and heavily tattooed receptionist who had heard all about me! At that moment I could have murdered Sam, but I suppose she could hardly be expected to make my disguise in total secrecy. Sam said she’d go and get Justin and left me with Zoe who was obviously a lot less scary than her image and told me how impressed she was that I was a Doctor and congratulated me. I could feel myself blushing and thanked her whilst I looked at some of the photos of the amazing creations they had developed around the room.
With that Justin and Sam arrived in reception. Justin was so perfect in every-way, I would have guessed instantly that he was gay without Sam having told me. He was tall, very muscular with a white t-shirt that was so tight you could see his abs, perfect jeans, a deep tan and the whitest teeth I’d ever seen, topped off with immaculate jet black hair.
“Sophie!” he greeted me.
“I’m delighted to meet you, what a brave woman you are!” and he kissed me both cheeks. He smelt amazing and said let’s go into the conference room.
The conference room was white with plenty of high tech facilities and more examples of their work on the walls, only whereas in reception they appeared to be mostly sci-fi and horror type images here they were much more realistic with a number of pictures of famous actresses transformed from high glam into elderly women exactly as I had in mind.
“Anything to drink?” Justin asked.
“Just water please” I replied and he turned to the small fridge and got glasses and bottles for all of us.
Then he announced,
“So I hear you want to be a glamorous Gran?” looking at me with a big grin.
I took a deep breath before replying actually, “No”. I tried to sound as sane as I could, talking about my geriatric social studies specialism and how glamorous grans as he called them didn’t need help from people like me at all. They probably had generous pensions and houses in Kensington and holidayed in Florida or southern Spain.
The ones I had in mind were possibly in at least the first stages of dementia, struggling to get by on a State pension, probably had various health issues, were widowed, lonely and were far more likely to look like Dot Cotton from Eastenders than Jane Fonda. They were also probably still fiercely house-proud of what was possibly their local authority owned home and had lost all hope of preserving their looks.
The more I spoke the more impassioned I became but I also realized this wasn’t just about my research I definitely had some indescribable sexual urge to become this elderly downtrodden woman ignored by most passers-by and in London, probably by all her neighbours as well.
“Wow!” he simply said, followed by
“It will not be cheap but if you want to do it and can afford to pay for it, we’re on board”
I was speechless and could have hugged him, but somehow, managing to retain an element of my dignity asked him what it would involve and how long would it take and perhaps most importantly of all, cost?
We must have spoken for about an hour when he apologized and said he had to join a conference call as Hollywood was now on line, but he kissed me again and thought I was quite remarkable and very brave.
We’d discussed all the various options, body casts, masks, casts of my feet and hands and he explained that I would have to buy a wig and in fact that would be the main thing that would help them create the character. Also any photos of elderly women that fitted the image I had in mind.
He promised to email me all the options and a full range of prices the next day, but depending on level of detail I required and quality of materials, it would be £6,000 minimum and possibly double that for reusable items that would actually prove cheaper over time but also would be virtually indistinguishable from bare flesh. He also highlighted that my skin could react to the silicon glues meaning they would possibly have to cancel and that I’d need to be extremely careful removing the prosthetics to get multiple uses and would need to moisturize like never before. I’d also have to sign a waiver saying I understood all the potential health risks.
With that, he was gone and I tried to come down from Cloud 9 and make small talk with Sam. After a few minutes more I said I should leave and she told me that the moment she left work, she would phone her Mum who undoubtedly would be on the phone to me ASAP.