After putting on the clothes, you find yourself feeling strange and sit in a seat that happens to be directly across from a mirror.
As you watch, you notice the image in front of you changing before your eyes, as you race from your teens into your early twenties.
"Good thing these undies were plenty large," you remark as your breasts inflate and your butt fills out.
The next thing you know, you see a gray hair or two weave their way into your long dark hair, while creases and wrinkles appear one right after the other on your face.
Your sag more with each passing moment, and your finger look more spindly as well.
A store clerk comes along and asks," everything all right ma'am."
"Other than turning into some old teeny bopper, oh things are just fine sweetie."
"That's good to hear," he replies and wanders on.
Passing 70, your long dark curly hair is now a salt and pepper mix, and glasses reflecting your more mature state with a beaded chain now show on your face.
Getting up, you head to the front of the store.
People stare at you, as your breasts become large sagging lumps, your hair turns to a white grey mix, jowels show on your chin, and you find yourslef gripping a cane with one hand while your other braces the middle of your back.
"Uh, scuze me sonny," you say to the man at the counter.
"Why yes ma'am, can I help you? I see your change is nearly complete.You must be 100 if you're a day," he adds as your hair goes completely white. "Would you like another, or will this be all today?"
"I guess...uh... well,I'll...