“I would rather have my age changed. Not really feeling the 12 year old gig.” You say to the baker shaking your head as you look at your own reflection.
“Don’t like you age?” The baker says noticing your unhappy look.
“No, I don’t like the age you made me look. I was in my 30’s and no offense, but you didn’t ask what age I wanted to be for the rest of my life first.” You say trying not to offend the baker.
“None taken” he says leaning over. “You did come in not knowing what was going to happen so fair enough, Ill changes your age. So would you rather be older or younger?”
“I’m not sure yet. You say looking at the baker. This won’t change my mental state will it?” You say with a bit of a worried expression.
“Not at all, unless, that’s what you wanted…” The baker says cheerfully.
“No, that isn’t what i want to change, just my physical age please.” You reply calmly.
“Then what age do you want to look like?” he says before waiting for your response.
You pause for a bit before saying, “I want to be…”