As Hannah admired her rejuvenated reflection in the mirror, the exhilaration of transformation surged through her. Her body, once a testament to time's unyielding march, now radiated youth and vigor. The more she was getting closer to her twenties, the more her body was reshaping itself into an hourglass figure.
32…30…28
She watched in awe as she seamlessly transitioned to her late twenties, each year peeling away layers of age. Her face had lost all traces of age, her double chin had completely disappeared to make way for a square face without an ounce of fat, her chestnut hair was longer, freer and more beautiful. As she passed 28, Hannah felt the loss of her pregnancy. Unbuckling her belt and dropping her baggy pants, she could see that her thighs had lost all traces of stretch marks and excess fat. Kicking off her heels and removing her socks, Hannah smiled at the sight of her feet having lost all impurity.
By the time she reached her mid-twenties, she embodied the epitome of her grace: a perfectly flat stomach, curves in all the right places, and a toned body that spoke of vitality and strength. Hannah twirled in front of the mirror with beauty and agility, her body continuing to tone. Her breast and her back straightening, she couldn't help but giggling thinking about how much she is going to turn heads. Her skin became softer and her hips slimmer, also transforming her shirt into a makeshift dress.
28…26…24
Hannah paused for a moment, her eyes widening at her reflection, she had lost all trace of age and her body screamed the beauty of youth. Yet something seemed to preoccupy Hannah and she wasn't sure what, as she passed below the mid-twenties, Hannah felt something, as if her body, though still younger and her skin even smoother, seemed to be slowly wasting away in a way. Grabbing part of her belly, she was amazed to be able to hold a portion of excess fat in her hand, and it was only growing. A sudden shock ran through her mind, Hannah remembered the time before she'd obtained a perfect body, before the long hours of exercise a week, Hannah possessed a less advantageous face that could almost be described as round, before starting working out in her early twenties.
"Shit!" Hannah launched. Getting closer and closer to her twenties, the young woman gasped and leapt towards the stopwatch that read 22, with a click she stopped it dead in its tracks. The young woman swore as she looked at her reflection, 22 years old, probably a few months after she'd started exercising, she wasn't as plump as she'd been in her teens, but thinking back to not even 1 minute earlier, Hannah wanted to bite her fingers.
In addition to a rounder shape, Hannah had a younger look, the kind that comes with entering adulthood and that older people always looks down on. . Just as Hannah was beginning to think about what to do next, not quite sure what to do or how to dress, a man in a suit, about forty, entered the changing room without her being able to hear him arrive.
"Ah, you're the new waitress? Here, put this on quickly and come and join us, you're late!" the man barked like any authoritarian manager and threw Hannah a bag of clothes, who barely had time to react.
Without question, the man closed the door and left. Hannah, completely stunned by the scene, looked into the bag: white tuxedo shirt, black slack, a bowtie, a belt and black leather shoes.
"No, no no no there's no way I'm wearing this," Hannah grumbled to herself, only for her to reconsider her options. She couldn't go out in her old outfit and no one in the wedding would recognize her or believe her about what had just happened, not even her own sister. Hannah grumbled and had no choice but to put on her outfit.
Adjusting her bow tie, Hannah couldn't believe it, it was the exact opposite of what she'd expected, neither the age nor the outfit she'd wished for, the worst thing was that it didn't look so bad, the outfit hugged her perfectly, and she remembered having done this kind of job in her youth. Hannah looked every bit the young timid college student she'd been.