You feel jolts and tingles run up and down your body. At that point your t-shirt, open buttoned shirt, jeans, shoes, and underwear vanish from your body. At first you panic, trying to figure out just what the heck is going on. Then you feel a wave of calm go thorugh you, like someone just gave you a sedative. That's when you notice the changes.
You're slowly getting older. Your passing through seventeen and eighteen and you notice your muscles growing and hair thickening on your chest, abs, arms, legs, hands, and feet. You also feel a tingling and your jaw. You reach up and feel stubble forming on your chin. You were wondering when you were finally going to get it... The screen says your passing through 23 and see a small padded bulge over your abs. A small gut. You chuckle to yourself, giddy from the sedative or whatever it was. You're probably going to be some partier when you're in college.
The years are passing by quickly now. 27, 28, 29, 30... Your body hair is still thickening. You feel your facial hair ebb and grow, growing just to be shaved away a hundred times a second. You feel different facial hair styles come and go in a single moment. Trippy...not that the sedative or whatever is helping much. 32, 33, 34, 35... You see your beer belly is back...and it's growing. You see your muscles beginning to disappear from lack of workouts. Your reach up and feel that your hairline's receding, and quickly. Your hair continues to thicken on your body and your facial hair settles on a goatee. 37, 38, 39, 40... Your stomach continues to grow. Your pecs sag and your hairy arms become flabby. Your round stomach begins to hang over your waistline. You feel a second chin swelling into existence.
42, 42, 44, 45. Then, just as suddenly as the changes started, they stop. You peer into a mirror on the wall. You see a bald, overweight, middle aged man with a graying goatee peering back at you. It takes you a second to realize that this is you. You look back at the computer screen. It shows you the same image you saw in the mirror. Suddenly your clothes reappear on you. Clothes that were once suited for a slim teenager now look silly on a middle aged fat man.
"Change complete. We appreciate you business. Please vacate the booth for the next user...blah blah blah..." You stumble from the booth, still in a bit of a daze from the calming wave it used on you. You see a line has formed in from of the booth and you wander off to rest on a bench.
You stare at your hairy, pudgy, weathered hands. Will this be your life? Where will you go so wrong that you end up like this? It's like those TV shows where people digitally age a couple's children to warn them about diet, life choices, and stuff like that. You feel like you're the subject of one of those.
You stand up, stumbling a bit as you adjust to your new bulk. The breeze blowing over your bare scalp unnerves you as you try to decide what to do next. You can't just stand here, you have to do something, and it looks like it may be a while until you can get back into the Changing Booth...