Though you weren't averse to dating an older man, it was clear that he was a bit put off by seeing a young lass like you. "Ah'm sorry, darlin', I was thinkin' you were a bit closer to mah age. Ah could swear mah datin' profile was set to find me a gal in her thirties..."
Obviously, that wasn't what you were hoping to hear from the handsome gentleman. But as he fiddled with his phone, complaining about how complicated the darn thing was, you were busy wondering what to do now. Scratching your head, you didn't even notice as your body seemed to grow a bit taller, putting you nearly at the man's height, nor did you see how your chest had begun to expand to the point that your buttoned top could barely contain them. While some of your muscles grew thicker as they gained years of extra wear, your mind began to take in the memories of a woman who'd lived a bit longer than yourself.
"Sorry again, but ah... huh?" Your date turned back around in confusion. "Where did that other lass go?"
You looked at the man again, sporting your older body, with a mind to match your new form. "Oh, you mean Jackie? Mah daughter can be so hyper. Mah name's Jessie Mae, pleased to meet ya!" At a new age of 34, it seemed like you were now in the man's age range, and he seemed eager to take you to dinner. As for Jackie... Well, she used to be you, so another mall patron would need to fill that void, not that you'd notice as you left the store hanging off your new country stud.