As the women got to work Cindy began to relax. It may not be cool to hang out with her mom, but there were worse things. This would be pretty easy to shrug off if anybody saw here, and if her mom wanted to buy her stuff, why not let her?
Debra tried to relax, but just couldn't. The whole afternoon hadn't started anything like how she wanted. She had hoped Cindy would be excited like she was when she was younger and getting this treatment for the first time. Now Cindy thought this was a trivial waste of her time.
As Debra looked down to her toes where a woman was hard at work, she saw something sticking out of her daughter's purse. She couldn't help being nosy, wondering what it was since Cindy was preoccupied with her phone, and she hadn't bought anything for the younger girl. She carefully took it from the bag while Cindy texted a friend and examined it.
The thing turned out to be a remote. It looked like something out of one of the a Sci-fi programs her son liked. It had buttons labeled blend, different settings, something about reverse and swapping. It all seemed kind of complex. There was even something about awareness. She flicked that first but nothing seemed to happen.
During her ministrations Debta accidently activated the remote. A light hit the woman working on her daughter's feet. Debra was surprised as the Asian woman in her late 20's seemed to shrink a little. Her hair was more vibrant, and her skin looked smoother. But her face was most surprising, looking around a decade younger, and Debra would swear she was a second generation daughter rather than a woman born in Asia.
The woman continued to work, but now as an older teen she was much better at socializing with Cindy. They weren't on the best terms, but it was clear Cindy liked her more as they were actually having a conversation rather than sitting in silence.
Debra looked at the remote, and saw it had been set to blend with people. She wondered if it was a fluke, or a trick of her mind. When the young worker got up she walked over to a wall with supplies next to a middle aged woman. She hit the girl again and watched.
The young woman went back to a full Asian heritage. The firm, smooth skin of her youth wrinkled and went slack a bit. Fine lines etched themselves in her face as her breasts and butt began drooping, putting on more weight as years passed in an instant. The woman who had to be in her mid-40s now was talking with the other woman as if nothing happened.