What's Best For My Grandson

I only want what’s best for my grandson, Gregory. Always have, and always will. Well, that’s a grandmother’s job, isn’t it! Oh, and he’s always been such a good boy, and he’s turned into a fine young man. Why, it’s no wonder that he’s had his fair share of girls after his heart. My Greggy is quite the catch! So why, out of all the girls he could have chosen, did he chose that no-good tramp, Becky Stevens! Well, I’ll tell you what. When my Greggy announced that he would be marrying that little slut, I just knew I had to put an end to it. It may sound extreme what I’ve done, but I think you’ll agree it was the only way that I could really make sure that they didn’t go through with the wedding.

Yes, I swapped bodies with my grandson! At first, I’d only intended to be in his body just long enough to end things with Becky Stevens, and then I thought I’d switch us back and everything would be back to normal. But my, my! Being in my Greggy’s body these past few days has made me re-think some things. First of all, it’s wonderful being young again! Not to wake up with the aches and pains. To feel so able and athletic – and I think you’ll agree that Greggy is quite the athletic specimen! I thought it would be strange being a male, but in fact, I’ve found it to be very exciting! People certainly don’t treat me like a helpless old lady now that I’m a 6’4” strapping gentleman!

And Greggy doesn’t seem to mind his change either. Oh, of course I can see him struggling with the fact that he’s lost his virile, young body and he’s trapped inside the frail body of a 72-year-old woman, but with each day that passes, it seems that he accepts his new role more and more. Any lapses are certain to be attributed to the senile fantasies of an old woman.

Yes, I do think I’ll stay put for the time being, right here inside of my Greggy’s body. I only want the best for him, and right now I think this is the best thing.