"I want to be 45, the same age as you." Sally responded to her father.
"My age? Why would you want to be my age? You don't have to be so old, you could be younger, like 21 maybe." Jason suggested to his daughter.
"No way, I made my decision when we left to be the same age as you. That way, I can hang out with you more, rather than you hanging out with me." Sally said as she began to progress in age.
Jason watched as his daughter aged from 12 to her late teens right before his eyes. During Sally's progression into her twenties, her ponytail came undone and her hair grew out more past her shoulders. Jason noticed as Sally became older, her green sundress and her boots were becoming smaller and tighter. Eventually when Sally stopped, Jason was surprised to see that Sally looked very much like his late wife and Sally's mother who had passed away several years ago.
"Wow, you....you look just like your mother did." Jason complimented.
"Thanks....dad." Sally said in her more mature, deeper voice. Sally then noticed that her cleavage was now very visible to her father. Sally turned away blushing a bright red.
"I...uh, I'm going to go change into my pajamas." Sally said as she quickly grabbed her pajamas and rushed into the bathroom.
As Sally finished dressing herself, she looked into the mirror and was surprised at just how similar she looked to her late mother. Her father had been depressed the last couple of years since her passing and Sally believed that this trip was to take his mind off her.
Sally exited the bathroom to see her father had gotten dressed for bed too.
"So....dad, I was thinking. Since I'm going to be this age throughout the whole trip, could you not refer to me as your daughter? It just feels a little weird." Sally asked as she got into the bed.
"You sure? Wouldn't you prefer it if I said you were my sister?" Jason asked.
"No way. I'm not here to date some random guy I meet here. You and I are here together on this vacation and we're going to enjoy it together." Sally persisted.
"Okay Sally, from now on you're Mrs. Sally Stralls, okay?" Jason said as he too got into bed.
Jason and Sally didn't know it, but as soon as Sally chose her age, their memories of Jason's wife and Sally's mother would soon disappear altogether the longer they stayed at the hotel.