You have a good laugh as your husband drives you home. Actually becoming younger, hilarious. Pulling down the shade in the passenger seat of your car, you carefully look yourself over.
It's still you. Sure your face looks a bit fresher but you remember you actually got a good night sleep last night. You're usually up before dawn, putting lunches together, doing laundry, getting everyone ready for the day. Today your husband let you sleep til 7:30. At this point in your life sleeping until 7:30 is like sleeping til noon.
Studying yourself a little closer you are a bit puzzled. You could have sworn you had noticed some grey hair earlier. Those greys appear to be gone now. Shaking the feeling off you begin chatting with your family. Hopefully everyone had fun today.
Once at home its backbto the grind of a housewife with two young children. Making dinner, doing laundry, and the usual mundane tasks associated with your daily routine are accomplished. Much to your surprise you find yourself not nearly as exhausted as usual. Finally putting the kids to bed at night, you turn to your husband. He looks exhausted and oddly old, even though you two are the same age.
"I'm going to take a shower."
"Okay Danielle," Luke says. "I'll find something for us to watch."
Grabbing a towel you make your way into the master bathroom. A nice hot shower will most certainly feel fantastic. As you begin to disrobe though you immediately notice some extensive changes.
The birth of your 4 year old had been complicated to say the least. A C-section and a hysterectomy had left you bed ridden for a month. It also resulted in several scars along your mid section as well as stretch marks. Removing your shirt your eyes go wide as you gaze at your midsection.
"What the hell!"
You had recently started working out, trying to regain the body you had in your youth. While you had gotten your weight down, bikinis were out if the question considering the scarring. Now though you a shocked by the smooth skin along your stomach.
"My scars," you stammer. "They're gone!"
Now looking closely at yourself, you study your body more closely.
Your face isn't just rested, it's fresher, more youthful than it had been that morning. Remiving the remains of your clothing, you now gape at your appearance. The bra and panties you have been wearing hug your curves, your breasts appear firmer. Your butt more shapely. Your stomach is flat with no scars or stretch marks. Even your legs appear devoid of cellulite. It now hits you like a ton of bricks. You look like you did before you had children.
"Holy shit," you whisper. "I really am 30!"