Frowning, Miranda tapped on the 80 trying to get rid of the number. As silly as it sounded she hated being reminded of her age. In her youth she had been quite beautiful, an hourglass figure, large firm breasts, flawless skin, and luxurious long ebony hair. Time had taken those gifts and Miranda hated being reminded of that.
Tapping on the number, Miranda now tried to erase it before placing the phone in her purse. What she failed to realize was that she hadn't erased it, she had merely changed it.
Whether it was arthritis or poor eyesight, Miranda had eliminated a single number. Now, instead of 80 the number simply said 8. Not thinking anything of it she now looked into the mirror as the changes began.
Sighing, the elderly woman gazed at her weathered appearance before pausing. Something seemed different, her wrinkles seemed less prominent, her body appeared less frail, even her hair appeared healthier. As her eyesight began to improve, she gasped as color began to return to her short grey locks.
Slowly but surely Miranda's hair began to lengthen and darken. Ebony strands overtaking the grey. "My hair," she whispered, tentatively reaching a hand up to touch it. Looking at her reflection she could see the gradually youthening woman copy her movements.
The years were being stripped away from Miranda. She looked close to 50 now, her frail body beginning to strengthen as her skin tightened. A nervous laugh escaped her lips as she marveled at her changes.
"Oh my god," she smiled. "I look...young! I don't even look 50 anymore!" Miranda exclaimed. Giggling she now twirled, amazed to find her body no longer ached. Glancing back she smiled, striking a pose as she watched her large D cup breasts firm.
A now 40 year old Miranda smiled as she gazed at her youthful appearance. Her body was continuing to firm, her breasts rising as the last of the grey vanished. She now ran her hands through her thickening hair, marveling at its returned vitality. Leaning in closer, she watched as the few faint lines around her eyes began to vanish. Miranda's face was flawless, she couldn't be more than 35 years old. Giggling happily, she now smoothed out her elderly clothing, finding it tight on her renewed figure.
"I think a shopping trip is in order," she smiled. "I can't very well walk around in these old clothes with this young body." Glancing back in the mirror though, she paused as her smile faltered.
She was looking really young now, she looked barely 30. The womans face beginning to round, losing its adult features. Miranda now glanced over herself, her waist seemed slimmer, her breasts rising slightly. Thirty now looked to be a few years away for the young woman.
"Okay I think thats young enough," the now 24 year old Miranda stated.
The reflection didn't appear to heed her request as more years fell away. Miranda's face now rounding, her eyes becoming larger and more innocent as she rapidly approached her teens.
"Hey I said that enough," the 20 year old beauty exclaimed. Miranda was beginning to panic now as her body continued to youthen. Reentering her teens she watched as her body continuing to thin, her waist contracting as her curves melted away. Soon a girl who looked like she had just received her drivers license stared back. Miranda's eyes going wide as her impressive bust began to recede into her chest.
"I said stop," the 15 year old whined. "Stop! I don't want to be this young! Please!"
Miranda's lip began to quiver as she gazed at the waifish young teen in the mirror. Puberty was reversing itself quickly, Miranda watching as her hips became barely flared while her breasts continued to melt away. A collision looking girl barely into her teens now gawked at Miranda, her eyes wide and innocent set into a round face barely beginning puberty.
Miranda now gasped as she crossed the threshold from teen to preteen. Height and curve melting off the young girl. A childish whine escaping her lips as her voice rose in octave. As she became 10, she now moaned the loss of her adult attributes, sadly looking at the skinny child she now was.
"Make it stop," she moaned as she slipped out of double digits and continued to grow smaller. "Help me! Somebody please help me!"
Miranda was close to tears as she shrank down to 9 and then 8. Forced to stand on tiptoes the girl tried to look at her reflection. It was a face she hadn't seen in ages. Wide, innocent eyes framed by long dark hair on a round, childish face. Miranda recalled how adults always fanned over her adorable appearance, saying she looked like a doll. Now she was firmly back at that age. An adorable child now swamped in her adult clothing.
As the changes ceased, Miranda now tried to compose herself. She was an 8 year old girl once more. Far too young to take care of herself and barely tall enough to see her reflection in the bathroom mirror. Shaking her hands free of her now cumbersome sleeves, she gazed in wonder at her small hands as she tried to figure out her next move.