...she felt a wave of energy pass through her body, followed by a warm flushing in her cheeks.
"Hmmm," she murmurred,"feel a bit strange."
She put the box on a shelf, as she suddenly recalled her mother putting together a list of things she wanted her to pick up at the store.
On the way to the bathroom to put the finishing touches on her makeup, her clothing began to feel more snug.
"That's strange," she remarked in a hushed tone," I just bought this outfit last week and thought it felt a little loose."
Rounding the corner, she entered the bathroom and stopped short.
Standing there, she found herself transfixed at the reflection she saw in the mirror.
"Oh my, I look like I've been out of college a year or two."
Indeed, her body continued to change before her eyes, as she raced through her thirties. Her hips widened a bit, her butt rounded slightly, and her breasts became full 38 DD cups.
"Well sweetie, you wanted a little change, and you sure got it," she muttered in more sultry voice, all the while racing through her forties. Though her weight held firm, her cheekbones became more angular and crows feet stood out around her eyes.
Gray hair began to show on the top of her head, and the next thing she knew a wide swatch of hair along the right side of her face went completely white.
The next thing she knew, she had elegant orange glasses with rhinestones on them, and a beaded chain that hung down from them around her neck.
Her shirt changed to a long sleeved leopard print blouse that accented her more pendulous breasts, black jeans, and gold tennis shoes.
Her hair around her face had become a mix of gray and brown curls on her head, and light brown curls to her waist.
"Rachel," came her mother's call from downstairs," I just stopped by to tell you that your Aunt Sherrie is having a package sent here. She said we could open it, but to be careful. Something about it being from her lab and the formula isn't perfected quite yet."
"Well, that is just great!" replied the Rachel in a rattling voice.
"I take it you already ate one?" her mother asked as she entered the room.
"Yeah girlie,I did," answered the now elder woman.
Her mother stared at her amazed. Before her stood her daughter, now a 65 year old woman. Her hair had turned a mix of grey and brown with swatches of white on either side of her face, bags under the eyes, a number of exotic rings on the spindly fingers of each hand, a crepey neck, the start of jowels, and a light sag to her breasts. For all intents and purposes, she looked like the average well dressed older woman one might expect to find sitting behind a slot machine in Vegas.
She still stood fairly straight, and had a mischevious gleam in her eye.
"Well I must say, your taking this very well all things considered. I sure wasn't this calm the first time Sherrie surprised me with one of her inventions."
"That's because I'd been thinking a change might be just the thing. I also know how this started and what just might take care of it sweetie. Now, if I could just remember wher I lay that box of those chocolates."