"There are some things we have to do first," Amanda stated.
"Like what, can't you just make me an old lady?"
"Sure, I will do that but not before we have an understanding on how things will go this week."
"Okay, I'm ready, what do I need to know?"
"First things first, I want you to take this suitcase and garment bag and take them to your room. Pick out an outfit
suitable for an elderly old lady of between age 80 and 100. Then come on back and we'll continue."
"Sounds fun," replied Stacy, and raced to her room. She soon returned dressed in lavender polyester slacks,
with a long sleeved dark purple top, a silver shawl draped over her shoulders, with black low heels, and pearl
ear rings and a double strand pearl necklace.
"Alright, I'm dressed, what's next?"
"Sweetie, you can't wear your own bra, it won't fit right in a little while," Amanda replied, handing her a small bag
with bras, panties, a girdle or two, and support hose."Go and put these on underneath, and then come back."
"Oh, all right...this is becoming kind of a chore--but I'll do it."
She returned again, this time complaining that nothing fit quite right, it all seemed a little big.
"It won't be soon, trust me," Amanda said matter-of-factly. "Now, here are the rules for the week. When you get
up in the morning, you'll revert to an 18 year old. You will stay that way throughout the day, and you can even go
to cheer leading practice. Once all your school stuff is done, I suggest you get home quickly. Within a half hour
after school and cheer leading gets out, within 10 minutes you'll be an old woman again. If you try to tell anyone
what is happening, either during or after school, the same fate awaits them. Anyone of your friends who stops by
for a visit will be transformed until they leave. Only, they will think and act as if they'd always been that old. On
the weekend, we can go and do things but only as a couple of old ladies, and if any friends come along they will
be old too. Any questions?"
"No, not really, seems pretty clear."
"One more thing, you need to choose an age between 80 and 105, or if you don't really care I'll just set things in
motion and the age will be chosen at random. Ready?"
" Go for it!"
"Oh, and this box here is for you as well. It has little items you may need when you hit your golden years."
"Oh would hurry...up?"Amanda replied, as she started racing through time. Soon she had passed into her late
twenties, her hair getting longer, her body filling out a bit.
"Mmmmhmmm, this is one hot bod," she murmurred.
"Don't get too used to it, it won't last."
Sure enough, she soon found herself clearing her early forties, as fine lines and crow's feet etched her face, as
bags under her eyes and a light droop of the breasts. She looked a bit more matronly now, and her eyes didn't
focus as well.
"Not seeing all that well, and is it getting hot in here or what?"
"Here are some glasses, and trust me, they will work," she remarked, handing her some sequined cat's eye
silver glasses on a beaded chain."As for the hot flashes, they will pass in a moment."
Which they did, as Stacy passed 58, soon hitting 59, 60,61,62, and 63, her hair getting more and more gray by
the moment, and now it only reached the edge of her shoulders. Her clothes did seem to fit better, and she was
glad she had the girdle and support hose."
"Well, I've got a sudden hankerin fer a game a bingo...is that my voice? I sound so...so..."
"Old? Well, you aren't a spring chicken anymore."
"No guess not. Hey, leasht I qualify fer dem shenior discountsh. Hey wash wiff ma teef?
"Here, put these in," she said as she handed the seventy-eight year old some dentures.
"There, that's better. An kin ya hep me ta a seat there dearie? The joints are a bit achey, I don't seem ta be able
ta stand real well. The body ain't as spry as it once were ya know girlie. Could use on a them...one a them...ta
an git round...oh, what ya call it, a..."
"A cane?"
"Rain...no don't spose it's sposed ta rain,"
Amanda put a cane in her hand.
"Well thankee dearie, that is jes the thing sure nuff."
As the process came to an end, Stacy found herself at age 89, leaning on a cane. Her hair was completely white
and in a tight pin curl perm, and her skin was a mass of bags, sags, and wrinkles. She shuffled over to the
kitchen table and sat down opposite Amanda.
"Oh, and one more thing," Amanda added. "If you do try and tell anyone, you'll and they will find that their reality
alters so that everything is like they have always been the old lady or man they have become. They won't know
you as the younger you, they'll just think they have always been this older person who knows you in some way."
"Eh, I guess so. So no tellin and everythin is fine, right?
"You learn quickly for someone so old."
"You betcha there dearie," Stacy cackled.
"I hope so. Now, would you like some tea?
"Sure would, fer some reason that sounds jes fine."
"Then let's make sure we have you wearing Depends."
"Them big didies? Yeah, I did put one on, though didn't want to. Only gets leaky now and again Did I ever tell ya
bout my wild party days?"
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