She soon found herself flipping through the channels, not really wanting to watch her normal shows.
She soon found a classic movie channel and found herself captivated by Citizen Kane.
As she glanced back over at the coffee table, she couldn't help but wonder if the doll had changed. It no longer looked like a little girl, it looked more like a young woman.
"I could have sworn that the doll looked more like a very young girl," she muttered, and then called for her mother to come in the room.
"Be right there," she replied," soon as I get my cookies out of the oven."
For some reason, Rachel felt compelled to help her mother, and headed into the kitchen to see if she could lend a hand.
They soon had the cookies out of the oven and onto plates, and then headed back to the living room.
"Now hon, what did you want to show me?"
Rachel looked at the doll on the table, amazed that it looked older still--it had changed again since she had been in the kitchen, and now appeared to be at least about her mothers age.
"Mom, I'd swear that the doll is...well..."
"Aging?"
"Yeah, exactly."
"Hmmm, maybe your right. Why don't you get it and bring it to me so I can examine it closer?"
Rachel then walked over to the table and grabbed the doll, only to find a sudden strange sensation sweep through her body as she did so.
"Whoah, that was weird! I feel a bit woozy all of a sudden."
"Best sit down dear," her mother said, as she helped Rachel to a seat.
"Thanks, mom," she replied, as her body began to change as well.
"Rachel honey, whatever happened to that doll..."
"...is happening to me too?! Oh great, I'm going to be the same age as you in moments then."
"Welll, yeah, I'd have to agree with you on that."
As she looked on, her daughter raced through her twenties and into her early thirties.Her clothing seemed to change along with her age, as well as her hairstyle. She now sat in front of her mother dressed in gray slacks,with a pink low cut silk top, a gray business jacket, and high heeled black boots, and long and curly hairflowing down her back.
"Well mom, I wonder when I'm going to meet the right guy. They all want me to give up my career."
"Dear, give me a second to absorb all of this. You've just gone from being my kid to being a working woman."
And the changes hadn't stopped. She soon found herself entering her forties and racing into them with gusto.
When the changes finally stopped, her daughter now middle aged daughter sat facing her. Rachel's hair now had a few strands of gray, along with a touch of white in her bangs. She wore a lime green, long sleeved leopard print top, with a black, knee length, skirt, and had black stilletto heels on. Her butt had expanded to a bit more than twice it's orignal size, and she had crows feet and fine lines on her face.
"Not too shabby for a woman my age,huh?"
"And what age would that be?" her mother inquired nervously.
"Now sis, you know we're headed to that little club you've been trying to get me to go to with you for the longest time tonight to celebrate my turning 45."
"Forty five?! Your even older than me?"
"Hey, I've always been your older sister, haven't I ?"