As Wendy and Bobby headed out with their two new passengers, they were almost to the sorority house when they spotted a nursing home.
"Time to pick up a few more years, and give a few rest home residents a new lease on life," Wendy said."Are you with me?"
she asked Bobby.
"Right away," he replied, as they pulled over and hung their hands out the window, " but let's put it on a slight delay, so we can get out of here without being noticed."
They took a few dozen years off the residents, and then proceeded on.
Not long after, police were called to a late night party at the home. They were surprised to see women and men in their late teens, listening to forties music, and sporting perms, cat's eye glasses, and wearing old people clothes. The other strange thing were the babies toddlers as well.
Wendy and Bobby soon pulled up in front of Shondra's sorority house, and helped Katie and Lizbeth out.
As it turned out, the sorority memebers came out to greet them.
"Hmmm, funny," a girl named Sophie piped up,"from Shondra's description, I expected someone older. Oh well, just go ahead and do whatever it is you two are here to do so we can get on with it. By the way, you're just going to give us the illusion of age, arent you?"
Wendy giggled, while the two Goth grannies cackled, as she said,"Would you like a demonstration then?"
"Uh, yeah like sure," Sophie responded enthusiastically.
"Here goes then," Bobby answered, as he zapped her.
"So what happens now?" Sophie inquired.
"Have a mirror close by?" Wendy asked.
"Helen, lend me your compact," she chirped, as a sister gave her the makeup mirror.
"Wow, I'm looking older by the second," she gasped, as she raced into her mid thirties, putting on a few extra pounds and hearing her voice lower.
Her red hair had lengthened to her shoulders, and had started to turn white in places as she passed forty. A second chin showed clearly, and some bags had taken up residence under her eyes. Fine lines and crows feet graced her face.
She continued to age, and her hair continued to grow, as she raced past 45 to 46, 47, 48, 49, 50, 51... "Does it feel warmer to anyone, and why do I feel like crying?" she added with a sob, throwing a grey strand of hair around to her mid lower back wher it now rested.
"Yer just aging a bit quicker than the norm, ain't she Wendy dear?" asked Lizbeth.
"Absolutely, and she's not quite done yet."
Sure enough, Sophie continued to get older, racing into her sixties, her grey and white hair with just a touch of red now down to her knees. Her face kept geeting more creased and wrinkled, and jowels hung on her cheeks, while her neck had gotten saggy, and her large breasts sagged forward.
"Well, jes look at me now girls an boys, ya all'l be a joinin me soon."
Indeed, she raced further on, passing 72,73,74,75,76 ,77,78 hair lengthening, getting whiter, gold cat's eye bifocals on a beaded blue chain perched on her nose, 79, 80, 81, 82 ,83, 84, "Oh me, look at me leanin on this cane, dearie me, an dentures, 85, 86, 87, 88, and finally things came to a halt. Her white locks hung to the ground, and she looked a bit out of place, like some long lost sorority alumni in her green tank top, khaki shorts, and opened toed sandals that showed off weathered feet.
"Well, what do you think?" Wendy asked.
"I'd say yer pretty convincin young un, go ahead and do yer juju."
"Sure thing granny," Bobby commented, as he and Wendy zapped the crowd on the porch along with the house itself.