You decide you would like to see what it's like being a little older. You're excited to get a preview of what you will look like 20 years from now. If this works, it will even be like doing something nice for Kamraj; he can experience a day of renewed youth before the two of you trade back. Even if the years go a little hard on you, it might be a good chance to try your luck at a bear bar in the gay part of the city. You focus on Kamraj and his age, close your eyes, and kiss the ring.
You feel only a slight adjustment, and cautiously open your eyes. Wow. Definitely more than a slight adjustment. You look down at yourself, and notice that your clothes have changed. This is probably good, because it's unlikely you'd fit into your old ones. You're dressed in a polo that must be a size, maybe TWO sizes bigger than the t-shirt you had been wearing. You have a definite gut; before, you'd only had a nearly imperceptible bulge in your belly area. Nothing a couple dedicated weeks at the gym couldn't fix. This stomach must have added several pounds to your weight on its own. It was round, straining some otherwise loose areas of your polo. You examine your arms, which seem to be a little hairier. A noticeable difference to you, but something you're not sure other people would define as "hirsute". Instinctively, you stand up quickly to head to a mirror. Instantly you feel a dull, piercing pain in your lower back. "Ouch." You become aware of some footsteps in the nearby kitchen. "Everything okay, there, [name]?" It's a voice you recognize, mostly. Figuring out what else had changed would have to wait; you should see who is here in your apartment.
You've only taken a few steps when the voice is given form. A large man appears in the kitchen doorway. You examine him momentarily. A man about your age (your TEMPORARY age, you force yourself to remember) stands before you. He has sandy brown hair, which hangs loosely around his face. It's got some errant gray strands in it, mixed into the subtle waves of his cut. His steely gray eyes are filled with concern but also familiarity as he gazes towards you. They're framed by some prominent crows feet, matched by some laugh lines which are a little more subtle. You get the feeling this man smiles a lot. He's a little taller, and based on your previous examination, more fit. He must work out; he probably lifts weights, maybe runs? He has toned arms, a fact that is clear even beneath his stylish button-up shirt, the sleeves folded so that his wrists are exposed. He has a spoon in his hand, and you become aware of the appetizing smell of cooking wafting in from behind him. His mouth is open slightly, and you notice a gap in his teeth. He puts his free hand on your shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "Travis," you manage to say, a fact rather than a question. Why is your boyfriend here, and why is he older too? He doesn't seem to notice anything, a fact you find quite strange. "Everything's fine. Just stubbed my toe." You turn to leave. "I'll be right back." Travis stops you, maintaining his grip on your shoulder. You turn your head to him and he kisses you on the cheek. "Alright," he says, "but don't be long. Dinner is almost ready."
You head to the bathroom, many questions buzzing in your head. You take a deep breath and look at yourself hard in the mirror. You hardly recognize yourself somehow. Your face is a little weathered, fine wrinkles around your eyes and mouth as you look more closely. There are some discolored spots on your skin too, ruddy areas and little freckle looking spots. Your neck has a little sag to it, your cheeks a little puffier. Your hair is still there, but it looks like you're in the very early stages of male pattern baldness. A widow's peak has started to appear. Your hair is shorter now too, a style that suits your older age a little more. Unlike Travis who had mostly kept his hair color, yours is almost completely gray. The areas that have remained are a muddy color, the darkest parts of your formerly dirty blonde hair. You run your hand through the hair, and notice you are now wearing two rings; the magic ring, and a gold band on your ring finger. Are you and Travis married?
Suddenly, you hear Travis, who is distantly calling you for dinner. This is a lot to take in, and you're not sure what to do. Should you leave, head right for the magic store to fix this? Or would it be better to play along till tomorrow? Maybe you could even call Kamraj. Whatever way you look at it, though, you had better decide quickly...