Looking in the mirror I notice that my hair is completely white.
"Oh dearie..." I say, and gasp. Holding my age spotted, weathered hands up to my face, I realize I am now an old lady.
"I was so young, now look at me," I moan
"You don't have to stay this way, you can choose any changes you want. Although, age does have some advantages."
"Like what, no guy is gonna want me now looking like this!"
Indeed, I now have a long white curly hair, dentures, adult diapers, and am leaning on a cane.
"I even sound ancient," I say, shaking a finger at this man.
"There are men around that would have women your age, younger and older ones, especially here in the mansion. So stop moaning, and put an outfit in the closet on and join us in the dining room for the evening meal. There will be plenty of guests there, and you could meet someone. What do ya say?"
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