Realizing that his mother had begun to freak out, Justin hit another button and pressed enter.
"Omigod, Justin,"she shrieked,"What are you doing to yourself? It's like I'm looking into a mirror, or I was a moment ago."
Indeed, Justin had started moving forward in time, and his hair had begun to get more and more gray, as he got older.
"It's this new device I got dear, I mean mom, I mean..."
"...you mean you got some new device and you managed to turn yourself into me? Only, not really me, as you seem to be quite a bit older.It's like I'm looking into my own futurem, and I must say it is a little scary."
"Oh dear, I was afraid of that," she rasped in a gravelly tone, as white hair began mixing with the gray locks, wrinkles became quite visible, crows feet showed, and her breasts were hanging lower.
"Justin, I mean Justine, maybe we better look at that together and see what we can figure out."
"Weeell, alright there hon-ney. I could use a bit of my youth back ya know."
"uhhhh, it seems to indicate..."