Miranda shuffled out of the stall, her joints aching. In her old age, she was beginning to become sluggish. Recently she had turned 80 years old, and with that came feelings of shame and confusion. Her husband was an old fat fart sleeping at home, and wanting to get out, she was out in the mall, trying to enjoy her time out.
She had slowly trudged around the mall, and decided to have cup of coffee from the café. Sadly, it ran right through her, and so the older woman found herself in their bathroom. Miranda glanced in the mirror while she washed her hands. Gone was the gorgeous, black haired beauty from her youth, in its place an old shadow.
She had her curly hair gray and short, her breasts long since shrunk and drooping. Her makeup non-existent, and her clothing long out of date. She sighed, finished drying her hands, then started to shuffle out with her cane. However, something caught her eye. Strangely, there was one of those new fangled smart phones sitting on the counter.
She lifted it, and found it opened automatically and to some strange app which showed some 3d images.
"Hm, one of those dearies that was in here must've left it." She muttered to herself. "I suppose I should retu-" She began, before the sentence which was on the screen caught her eye.
"This 80 year old female is in a restroom."
"Humf." She grumbled, staring over and over again at the 80 on screen. She still didn't like to admit taht she had turned 80, still feeling like she had so much left to do.
"Did one of those bitches right this?" She thought angrily. "Do I just look that old?!"
Miranda decided that she'd 'correct' what was written, unaware of the power she now weld, or unaware that any change she made to herself would not be noticed by her or anyone else as reality itself was about to warp.
She then, slowly, deleted the 80, replacing it with __ before reality flashed.