Instead of getting angry, Madame Illusia simply smiled. "I suppose I have let myself go, haven't I? Why, look at these wrinkles!" She held out her hands and turned them sideways. Those closest saw the skin suddenly start to smooth out, then others gasped as the change swept up her arms. Her muscles firmed, her skin tightened.
At the same time, the foolish 9 year-old turned pizza boy gasped and dropped his boxes. "What's happening to me?" His hands were gnarled and twisted, skin spotted and pale. As Madame Illusia got younger, he was getting older. Much older.
The witch was now a radiant beauty of 19, while the one who had been a child just minutes ago was a wrinkled, stooped old man of 80 years. Madame Illusia looked at the wretched fool who was discovering the pain and problems of old age. "So, boy. What and who is wrinkled and leathery now." She laughed cruelly, and spun around to face the audience. "You!" She pointed to a young man in his late teens or early 20s. "I choose you to take all that is left!" She cast a spell, and the young man shrank down into his early teens.
The ancient man on stage grabbed at his chest, gurgled, then fell to the ground. His lifeless body decayed in seconds, and then crumbled to dust. Illusia grinned down at the now pre-pubescent boy staring at himself in shock. "You should leave, child. This is an adult act."