...age 65.
"I am going to be 65," she stated proudly, as she looked into the mirror.
Rapidly the years piled on, and soon she found herself watching her hair
go gray and get much shorter. As she passed 40 and accelerated, fine
lines and crow's feet started to show.
"Wow, I'm really wrinkling up fast," she thought, as she continued to
watch time have its effects on her body. As she flexed her toes on the
soft shag carpet, she couldn't help but notice her feet looking more
weathered as well.
Passing into her fifties, she fanned herself as she passed through
menopause. She went to turn down the air conditioning, noting as she
did how her body seemed to compress somewhat.
"Did I just get shorter?" she mumbled, as she got back to the mirror
to note her hair had become all gray and now has touches of white as
she passed 58. Her hair got shorter as she looked at it, rapidly
approaching shoulder length.
Suddenly, her outfit changed so that she wore a dark pink, long
sleeved silk top, a light pink, knee length skirt, and silver tennis
shoes. Her hair hung to the bottom of her jowls in a shag cut, and
her cheeks were a bit sunk, there were under eye bags, and crows feet
were now etched from the corner of her eyes down the side of her
face. She wore 1/2 bifocals on a beaded chain, and had a girdle on
underneath her clothes. Her breasts sagged a touch, though since they
were moderate sized her new bra held them up so that it was not as
noticeable.
"So, this is 65," she announced, as she pushed her white hair out of
eyes, in a little huskier voice.
There were some slight aches in her body, though nothing too bad. She
decided to check with the reception desk and find out what sort of
activities there were for a woman her age, as she stepped out into the
hall and the door clicked lightly shut behind her.