"Weell hon-ey," she says pointing to Ashley,"looks like you're due for a change," she remarks cackling.
"Oh, that is quite alright really," Ashley responds.
However, it is too late, and Ashley begins changing as her friends look on.
"Wow Ashley, looks good so far," they say, as she races through her twenties into her thirties. Her breasts grow to a pleasant 38D cup, while her long curly hair extends to her middle back.
"I'd love to check it out myself," replies Ashley and the now more youthful older lady as she enters her early sixties, color returning to her hair.
"I just so happen to have a couple of hand mirrors here," replies the carny as he hands these to them.
"Oh my, is that a grey hair?" groans Ashley as she passes 44. "And crow's feet too?"
"Laugh lines sweetie," chuckles her counterpart as she gets younger still, passing into her early fifties, and noticing the lines smoothing out more and more. Her hair is a mix of white, brown, and grey now, with less grey and white by the second."And don't scowl like that, it'll give you wrinkles."
"Oh, very funny," moaned Ashley, as she passed into her fifties and the two women passed each other.
The woman introduced herself to them,"My name is Sylvia Johnson, and I think you are sort of cute."
Next thing she knew, Ashley found herself kissed passionately by this woman becoming younger, as she continued to get older.
Funny thing though, Ashley didn't seem to mind so much. Although she really didn't find a big interest for women, she felt grateful that a younger lady had such respect for her elders.
"Well thanks sweetie pie, I used to be quite the looker in my day you know," the now 68 year old Ashley remarked. Her hair had become a mass of steel grey curls, with bits of white coming in. Her neck wobbled, and her hands were looking gnarled. She still stood upright pretty well, and her breasts were soft and sagged ever so slightly.
"And that would have been a moment or two ago," tittered the thirty year old, athletically built, red head next to her."By the way,mind if I tag along with y'all. I seem to have lost track of my friends."
"Why sure young un," rasped the 83 year old Ashley. She now leaned on a cane and found that her mouth felt funny. Perched on the end of her nose were elegant zebra striped 1/2 bifocals on a beaded silver chain.
Unable to contain her curiosity, the 87 year old Ashley removed the dentures from her mouth and examined them. "Gosht shome fake choppers, eh?"
"Forget to mention that, did I?" remarked the now 16 year old Sylvia, as the process came to a halt.
"Durn right ya lil whippersnapper, now what else havent ye telled me, eh?"
"You might want to make sure to pick up some more Depends later."
"Oh my, I'm in an adult didie. Let me take another shot at that there wheel again young man."
"Sorry ma'am, only one go around per visit, but there's plenty of other surprises here to be explored. Now, please step aside and let someone else have a turn."
"C'mon," Sylvia said as she gave Ashley her arm,"I'll make sure you're taken care of till we can get you younger."
"Why...uhh...thankee girlie. Now where to next? I could really use a spot of tea dearie."
And with that, the group wandered on, only a bit slower due to Ashley and her shuffling and leaning shakily on her cane.