Chapter #665 years by: Unknown "It says 65 years, so either we will be 65 when this done...or..."
"Or we will be a few years more than that as we were 15 when we started," Jen noted
"So you are saying we could be be...let's see, 80 when this has run its course?"
"Honey, in the time we have stood here talking about this we have passed into our forties. We are 43, no wait 44 now. By the way, like the zebra print top."
"Thanks and your top with the squares and triangles on it is quite fancy. Is that silver jewelry you are wearing?" Allie informed her.
'Yes...yes I guess it is....along with the fine lines I sense are now showing up."
"I am soo going to have to talk to my uncle about this--though by the time I do he is going to seem more like my nephew."
The two women laughed at that and as they did the years slipped on by.Allie watched Jen's hair start going gray, while Jen noted Allie's hair was shorter, now
only shoulder length and had touches of gray with a white streak on one side.
"I feel so much warmer suddenly," Jenn said, and Allie agreed.
"We are headed through menopause," she added, and gave her some natural remedy she carried
in her purse. "This ought to help. Oh, and nice glasses dear."
'You as well, the red color of them suits you."
Time continued on and soon the women were passing 60. Jenn now wore pink capri pants, and a red long sleeved top with the collar up, and had her hair in what
looked like a curl under do that framed her face, now mostly gray. Her breasts hung down a bit and she wore a girdle and they both commented on the deflated
fruits that hung on their chests.At the same time Allie had a shorter mop of steel gray hair in curls, and wore a gray skirt with a light blue blouse and a black
sweater over it.
"I hope this can be reversed, though we may be a bit as a couple a old gals," Allie said as the process continued. Soon the women were into their seventies.
"I have dentures," Jenn told her.
""Well, ah got new glasses--these ones are bifocals and they are purple--with rhinestones."
"Did ya just get yeer hair permed Allie hon?"
"Oh, well yes ah spose ah did,an you are wearin yours in a bun eh?"
"Oh, well ah spose so dear," she told her, and then the process stopped.
Two eighty year old women exited the time machine, each leaning on a colorful cane.
"Weeell, lookit us now. We are a couple a little old ladies.Now, we gotta track down yeer uncle an see if he has any
answers ta this," Jenn told Allie, as they shuffled out of the machine and then....
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