Every morning, 60-year-old Mary would approach her dresser with determination. She would open the drawer, her fingers grazing over the fabric of a special leotard.

She would slip out of her modest day clothes, revealing the time-worn body beneath. Then, she'd step into the lycra leotard, pulling it over her torso.

It would cling to her tightly, the long sleeves encasing her arms. The leotard, seemingly too small, nevertheless fit her like a second skin.

She would then lay down on her bed, and whisper the magic word, 'Milano.' In an instant, the leotard would begin its transformative work.

Mary would feel the squeeze of the material as her body began to convulse and change, her screams filling the room.

When the ordeal ended, a teenager lay in Mary's place. Her body felt young, revitalized, full of energy. This was a daily routine for Mary.

Dressed in youthful clothes, Mary would head out to enjoy the day, her secret safely hidden beneath her attire.

One day, Angela, her friend, noticed something different about Mary. Specifically, the outline of the leotard concealed under her clothes.

Intrigued, Angela questioned Mary about the strange outfit. Mary hesitated, but ultimately decided to share her magical secret.

Angela begged Mary, her eyes wide with wonder and curiosity, to experience the miracle of the leotard for herself.

Back at Mary's home, she spoke the magic word, 'Milano', transforming back to her aged self. She then handed the leotard to Angela.

Angela undressed and gingerly pulled the leotard over her body. The anticipation of what was to come made her heart flutter.

As she laid on the bed and whispered 'Milano', her body convulsed, the leotard squeezing tightly as she transformed.

Angela arose as a vibrantly youthful woman. She looked at herself in the mirror, her wide-eyed amazement reflected back at her.

Overjoyed and ecstatic, the women spent the day enjoying their youth, drawing curious looks from everyone they passed by.

The two women started their new daily routine: taking turns to wear the leotard, keeping their precious secret to themselves, as they lived their rejuvenated lives.

Some days, they'd go to the park, their laughter echoing through the air, their bodies agile as they played games meant for the young.

Other days, they'd simply sit and relish their newfound youth, looking at their smooth skin and firm bodies in wonder.

They enjoyed the boundless energy, the freedom from aches and pains, and the ability to do things they hadn't been able to do for years.

At the end of each day, they would return to Mary's house, sharing stories of their adventures before morphing back into their true selves.

Their aching bodies would remind them of their true age, but the experiences they had collected throughout the day made it all worthwhile.

Together, they discovered the wonder of their second youth, relishing every moment of their secret shared joy.

The leotard became the bond that deepened their friendship, a symbol of an enchanting secret they enjoyed and protected together.

They agreed to never speak of it to anyone else. It was their secret, their second chance at youth, and they intended to keep it that way.

In their hearts, they knew they had found a magic that was more than just physical transformation. It was a magic that rekindled their spirit, their zest for life.

As the sun set, they'd clink their glasses together, toasting to another day of magic, youth, and unforgettable experiences.

Every morning, they’d open their eyes to the reality of their age. But they also woke up to the promise of another day ahead, a day full of possibilities.

The next morning, Angela arrived at Mary's house with a gleam in her eyes. A new day meant another chance to relive their youth and they couldn't wait to begin.

This time, Angela suggested they try something different. "How about we go dancing tonight?" she said, the excitement evident in her voice.

Mary's eyes twinkled with mischief as she replied, "Why Angela, that sounds like a delightful idea! Let's do it." Their evening plans settled, the magic word 'Milano' echoed in the room as they transformed.

With their youth restored, they spent the day shopping for the perfect dance outfits, detouring for ice cream and even trying their hand at rollerblading.

As night fell, they arrived at a buzzing dance club. The pulsating music filled them with a thrill that only the young could truly appreciate.

They danced the night away, their laughter and youthful energy infectious. Strangers joined them, swept away by their carefree spirit and zest for life.

Exhausted but exhilarated, they returned to Mary's home. Their magical leotard, now just a whisper under their clothes, observed silently as they shared stories of their dance adventures.

Despite their tired bodies, their spirits were high. The magic of the day was still tangible in the air as they said their goodbyes, promising to meet again the next morning.

Alone in the silence of her room, Mary quietly repeated 'Milano'. As the magic waned, her youthful appearance faded, revealing her true age. But her smile remained, undiminished in its warmth.

She quietly slipped the leotard off, placing it carefully in its special drawer. Dreaming of tomorrow's adventures, she drifted off to sleep. The magic of the leotard had granted them another unforgettable day.