April had just left home and was about to get in the car to drive to the mall, when she noticed the kids next door playing with a very large cardboard box.
For some reason that she couldn't explain, she felt compelled to go over and check it out.
"What could it hurt," she thought," it's not like it's going to take years off my life or anything."
Adjusting the straps on her high heeled sandals and brushing her long tight curly light brown hair over her shoulders, she proceeded to walk next door.
"Hey squirts, what's up with th big box?" she asked the two little boys and the little girl.
"Oh, it's magical," said the little girl.
"Yeah right,"April laughed.
"Just step in and see for yourself,"one of the little boys told her.
"Just to humor you kids,I'll step on in, okay?"
"Yay," cheered the other boy.
"Now what should we do to her?"the first boy remarked.
"I know," said the little girl," let's make her older."
"No, not just older, really old, like an old lady," the second boy cheered.
"Ohh noo,"April mocked from inside the box,"are you going to make me 100 or so, like some shriveled up old prune?"
"Well, said the little girl," I had only thought about making you about 65 but we can go ahead and make you 100 if you really want?"
"Listen kiddies, go right on ahead."
"Okay lady, you get to age 10 years every minute, until you are 100. Now step out of our box, and Jimmy will hand you a hand mirror that you can check yourself out in as you turn into a little old lady.
As April stepped out giggling to herself and adjusting her hot pink mini skirt and black halter top, a tingle ran through her body as she checked out her long manicured talons, she accepted the mirror and the note that came with it that the little boy handed her.
"Please come to the little blue house on 14th street, directly across from the mall. I have a little baby her who would love to meet her granny."
"I'd hurry miss,you lookin like you older than my mom is, and gettin older. But don worry, cuz that guy tol us to tell you dat wahtever you may need at your advanced age, would just come to you or appear on you.He even made sure that you had a cab to get you there, since it might be hard for a woman of your advanced age to drive very well, let alone get around very easily on her own."
"But, he said that to add to your humiliation, he'd leave you with the clothing, hairstyle, and makeup you have on now."
"Well that's very sweet of him," she said in a huskier voice,as she looked in the mirror to check herself out.
What she saw was enough to get her into the cab and urge the driver to step on it.
Passing 40, she looked down and noticed that her feet were looking a bit more weathered, and the sandals definitelely felt uncomfortable.
Fine lines had formed around her eyes, and as she watched in the mirror one hair after another turned grey, with a scattering of grey appearing in her bangs as well, and one little curl after another fading and going grey.
Meanwhile, she found that she had added weight in her tummy and a newfound bubble butt, and her clothing felt a lot more snug.
As they rounded a corner,she urged the driver in a more raspy voice to make haste.
"Cmon, young man,"she said as she whizzed by 55,"times a flyin ya know, and I'd like to at least get there while I still have some hitch in my giddyup."
"Yes ma'am," replied the driver over the screeching tires, I'm doing my best."
"Well, just make it snappy,"she replied as she looked back in the hand mirror as 65 flew by, and she noticed that she now had red 1/2 reading glasses on a beaded silver chain hanging from her neck.
Grey hairs continued to appear one by one, and she found herself hunching forward more and more.
Now her light brown hair began to succumb to the grey, while one by one each grey hair turned white.Wrinkles deepened and she watched her feet wither and her toenails turn hard and yellowed.
Looking at her hands, she noticed how gnarled they appeared, and she began to feel an ache or two in her joints as she raced past eighty.
"Driver," she rasped,looking up from the mirror and putting on the purple half bifocals on a beaded chain,"we eel be theer anyee min ute won't we sonny?"
"Just about a minute or so ma'am.I must say, yer handling this quite well."
"Well, dearie, les jes say I"m a handlin it,ey?"
As they made their way down the last two blocks, April's hair went completely white, her back hunched a bit more, the skin sagged further on her arms, and her large breasts now hung like a couple of large overly ripened fruits."
Pulling up to the front of the house, the driver helped her out, and und using her cane, she managed to hobble over to the front door of the house, and then hobble inside to the large comfortable chair that awaited her. She was now all of 106.