No, Bets' mom didn't change her color - not really. In fact, she regained her original coloring, as her artifical tan faded away, revealing pale white skin, sallow with subcutaneous fat and roughened with age.
Well, "age" was a relative term: Bets' mom was in her early forties, but due to her active lifestyle looked around five to ten years younger - but not anymore. Now, as her muscles vanished after an increasing layer of fat, she looked as if she was in her early fifties rather than forties.
"Mom?" Bets said weakly, watching as her mother finished transforming into a middle-aged housewife and couch potato, "you okay?"
"I'm fine," her mother said, her voice unexpectedly rough, just as her short finally fell-apart. "But what the Hell am I wearing?"
"Glad to hear that," Bets nervously said, watching her mother's new chins bobbing as the latter spoke. "Well, I am off to school - wouldn't want to be late?" with those words she ran out of the door.
Bets' mother idly watched her daughter go, then rubbed her now-hanging belly and waddled to the fridge. She was hungry, and it was time for her eary lunch...