As you look in the mirror, you see the same you at first. However, you begin to feel strange and the next thing you know you are changing rapidly. Your outfit stays the same, though one thing after another changes about your body. Silver streaks course through your long curly locks, and soon your hair goes from its regular color to completely gray and then totally white. Then it turns into a tight short perm. "This is a different look for a lingerie model," you think, as your vision blurs and then cat's eye bifocals on a beaded chain are showing. You bulge slightly at the waist due to the adult diapers, your teeth almost slip out as you now have dentures.
"Oh my, my body feels so much stiffer suddenly," you rasp, as your voice gets a whole lot more reedy. Finally, your faces becomes a mass of wrinkles, your breasts seemingly deflate, and you shrink an inch or two as you hunch forward slightly and lean on a cane."I...uhhh...look like some...uhhh... long retired... model I spose, eh," you mutter to no one in particular. To a passing gentleman you mutter,"Ya know there sonny, I was...quite the looker in ma day." "Yes ma'am, the retired models convention is this way," he says as he helps you shuffle out of the place.