As they stopped getting older in their mid fifties, Dana commented,"Remind me not to order that particular scent again."
"Wait," replied Calvin, " check your driver's license pictures, maybe they've changed too."
They all did so, only to find that the pictures and birthdates showing indicated someone much younger.
"Let me see yours," John said to Dana.
"Sure sweetie, although I really don't know why. You know, maybe you could see me in the backroom later," she added lustily, as she ran a weathered finger down his cheek.
John sprayed her picture with it, and soon Dana's image changed to her current age of 55 along with the date on the license. At the same time, her clothing, hairstyle, and makeup changed to match. She now wore a long-sleeved, flowing gold lame blouse, a long back silk skirt, and gold pumps. Her curly red hair now hung just above her shoulders, with a series of white curls framing her somewhat pudgy face. Large, square, elegant glasses were perched on her nose with a silver chain attached. SShe wore a number of expensive and colorful rings on her fingers, and an exotic fetish necklace finished off the look.
"Wow Dana, you look just like your Aunt Julia," Tom remarked.
"Nonsense Thomas, Aunt Julia is 85 if she's a day and doing quite well for her age I might add. I'm only 55, and unlike the rest of you I don't try to dress like someone half my age."
"That's only because somehow when John sprayed that perfume on you picture, it made you change to being naturally 55, and not like us young people who were just turned middle aged," groaned Beth.
"Give me a break Bethany, you've never had a lick of fashion sense anyway."
The arguement continued, with Candy grabbing the perfume which John had absentmindedly left sitting on the counter.
"Oh really, then watch this," she replied giving Beth's license picture three sprays.
"Ughhh, I know what that smells like. It's like when my grandma comes for a visit," Calvin grumbled.
"Well dearie," replied and an 88 year old Beth,"she must have pretty good taste then. Anyone notice where I laid ma cane down?"
"You're holding it," Dana muttered."And I guess I owe you an apology Bethany, it does seem to change you more when applied to the picture."
"Oh,so it does, and there's me trusty cane. Mercy me."
As the situation escalated and someone else got sprayed, Vanessa came through the door.