As they reached the mall, Stacy gingerly exited the car. For some reason, her body felt so...different, and a bit achey.
She had trouble seeing, so Amanda took out an extra pair of glasses and helped her along.
Soon, she was helping the 60 year old Stacy into a medical supply store.
"You sit here Stacy while I get you some things."
"Oh yes dear, and could we pick up some denture cream on the way home, I think I'm out. Imagine that, me wearing false teeth. It jut seems so strange for some reason."
"Well, of course it does--they're false teeth," she told the 63 year old. "Now, just watch some TV and I'll see you in a few years."
"Did you say years?" rasped Stacy.
"Just joking, I'll be back shortly.
Stacy waited there patiently, as the years continued to roll by. Her hair went from gray to more and more white, and her skin wrinkled up nicely.
After what seemed like forever, Amanda returned to the white haired 92 year old sitting there waiting for her.
After putting a pair of glasses on a beaded chain on her, she helped her to the restroom and helped her change clothes. Soon, she wore a girdle and large bra, as well
as support hose underneath her red slacks and white long sleeved top with red polka dots. She wore black flats, a nice double string of pearls, and she had a silver lace
shawl draped across her shoulders. She had a fancy red cane as well.
"How'd ah geet so old, eh?" she rattled in a quavery voice.
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