You head to the library to see if you can find someone who catches your eye there. Upon entering, a few people are milling about, browsing the shelves. That said, one person in particular stands out. Fumiko Ito is currently looking over a series of shelves in adult nonfiction, selecting some items to put on a cart. While you can tell she's older now, at one point she must have been absolutely stunning. Her long legs were concealed by a long, black skirt and her ample chest was covered by a grey cardigan. Though she was fairly tall, she was also fairly plump around the midsection and her long hair had plenty of grey to contrast the deep black strands that remained. It was currently in a rather conservative bun. She glanced through half-moon spectacles at the title of a book in her hands. Her somewhat weathered face and thin, gnarled hands were dead giveaways of her 57 years of life according to the remote. You noted that she had no jewelry, not even a ring.
The nonfiction section was in a far corner from the door so you pulled up to a study table, all alone except for the librarian in the stacks, and after scanning to learn her name and age, you decided to help her out. You pressed the physical regression button once, watching the counter run backward. 57...56...55...
Little seemed to change at first. Fumiko pushed an errant strand of hair back into her bun but you did note that it was black instead of grey. Her back seemed to creak slightly as she stretched to reach a book on the top shelf as her spine readjusted, giving her an extra inch or so of height.
54...53...52...51...50...
Her stomach seemed to twitch under her cardigan as you saw it actually begin to shrink, pulling inward as time slipped back further. Fumiko put her book on the cart and felt her stomach, shaking her head as she felt less there than she was used to. She pulled her skirt up slightly and continued to work.
49...48...47...
You could see her hands twitch and uncurl, smoothing out as the wrinkles on her face began to fade away. Her hair was more black than grey now and you could see her chest twitch as her breasts began to rise and perk up. Fumiko saw her hands and dropped the book she was holding, staring at them in disbelief.
'Might as well help her along eh?' you thought to yourself as you hit the physical regression button again.
45...43...41...
The regression sped up as most traces of wrinkles disappeared. Her hair lost all of its grey, becoming fuller by the second as her bun started to look disheveled. Her weight dropped dramatically as she neared 40 and her stomach went from plump to just a bit pudgy. Her skirt was unable to find much purchase on her new waistline and dropped to her hips while her breasts firmed and lifted, taking her cardigan up with them. You could see a little bit of her midriff as it shrank and shuddered, flattening out. Fumiko's glasses started to slide down her nose and she was trying to look through them as if they were responsible. As if her changes were merely a trick of the light.
39...37...35...
Very little fat remained on her midsection and her hips slimmed enough that her skirt slid down entirely, pooling at her feet. Her legs thinned and her ass shrank slightly, as excess fat and cellulose faded away. Fumiko grabbed at her panties as they threatened to follow suit, having been designed for an older and larger woman. Her ass stopped shrinking and firmed tighter and tighter, gaining a slightly muscular shape. Her breasts slid away from the front of her chest as they shrank slightly but firmed up further. There was only the faintest hint of crow's feet at her eyes as Fumiko approached her twenties.
33...31...29...
Upon reaching her twenties, her bun came undone as her hair cascaded down her back to stop at the top of her ass. It was fully jet black and luminous. Her stomach further shrank before becoming totally flat. Her legs were smooth and thin, with a small amount of muscle tone. Fumiko's cardigan looked comically large on her and with a sigh, she gave up trying to conceal her midsection with the absurdly large panties and let them drop. She then shucked her cardigan off and looked at her breasts as they continued to firm up. While she had lost a cup size as the tips of her nipples were visible over the bra cups, they were still impressive. Probably E cups. She let her bra slide off of her shoulders to join the rest of her clothes on the floor as she gingerly felt her left breast. A small moan escaped her lips as she felt a powerful tingling sensation while hormones flooded her system.
27...25...23...
No trace of wrinkles remained. Only smooth skin and deep, dark hair. Fumiko stood at an impressive 5'8" with large breasts and long, silky legs. Her pert ass and flat stomach drew your attention as she began to feel herself up and down, staring in disbelief over her rejuvenated body.
You stop the remote there and plan your next move.