Carly got a glimpse of her reflection in the hand mirror.
"Oh dear me," she muttered out loud, "Ah look like...some...old granny lady. Ah...even sound old."
She noted her white hair was in curlers, and her cheekbones stuck out and we're more angular, while her cheeks sagged and there were bags under her eyes and deep crow's feet. She grabbed at her jowls, and ran her hand along the turkey waddle her throat had become. About that time, she noted how spindly her fingers were.
She noted she was in a pink night gown, and her breasts were dangling down underneath it. Grabbing her glasses and putting them on, she found her cane and shuffled out of the bedroom and into the bathroom to get a more full view of herself.
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