Rachel hardly pushed the turquoise chocolate between her weathered lips and her aging halted at 80. The chocolate began immediately taking affect as her aged hands rubbed her temples. “Like I’m starting to feel really lightheaded and stuff.”
Her mother is concerned face suddenly became blank as reality began warping around Rachel the saggy eighty year old’s Wardrobe began to warp her once modest clothes becoming something a slutty 21 year old where has her pants became formfitting skinny jeans that rode low to expose a lacy thong. Her saggy breasts were swept off word in a Victoria’s Secret push-up bra as a shirt became a midriff exposing pink halter tee with the word DADDY in glittery cursive.
“I don’t like understand mother I don’t even know what’s going on why are you even looking at me like that?!”
Suddenly Rachel’s mother snapped to attention her concerned expression being replaced with one of lost as Rachel shoes became pumps her mother slid them off her weathered feet and begin working her calloused toes.
“Giggle, whatcha doin’ mommy?!”