As Bobby and Wendy came to the entrance to Friday's, they were greeted by a young 23 year old sassy waitress named Shondra.
"I'll let you know the theme for the evening when I announce it in a little while,"she told the coworker as she brushed back her long straight brunette locks," and tell our sorority sisters that tonight's social is an Ice Pirate's social.Thanks hon."
Standing there in the white business suit with the low cut top showing off her ample busom, she looked both professional and quite sexy at the same time.And, she knew it.
"Well, and how are we this evening?" she asked perkily.
"Just fine young lady,"Wendy said as she fiddled with her pearls."We're meeeting a couple of older ladies, and there may be another even older woman with them. They are quite the party animals, even for their advanced age, and their names are Stacey, Jeanine, and Monique."
"Just follow me, right this way. That group is a bunch of characters, and I just hope that I'm that spry and wild when I get to be their age! I think it'd be great fun to take a look ahead and see what my golden years will be like!"she added as they came up to the table where the three of them sat there gossiping and cackling away.
"Ladies, some company for this evening to enjoy the evening with," Shondra announced.
"Yer welcome ta join us youngsters, the more the merrier,"Jeanine remarked.
"Yeah ya sure are, soon as ya tel us'ns yer names," Stacey added.
"Ya sorta mind me of a young man I met at the mall today, only he was a bit younger," Monique replied.
"Ladies, it's me, Bobby, and though she's a bit older too, this is Wendy."
"Well, why didn't you say so?" Stacey remarked.
"He jes did ol girl," Monique replied, and they all began to cackle hysterically,"this keeps up, we'll all be wearin nametags afore the night is through ta keeps thing figgered out."
"What a great idea!" Shondra squealed," I can get some for everyone here and let my sorority sisters know to get some handed out for the social as well.
Like I said earlier, I wish that I could take a look into my golden years, and enjoy some wild times with the likes of you all."
"Are you sure about that?"Wendy asked intrigued.
"Oh, yeah, sure, absolutely. But like, that isn't really possible, is it?"
"What if it were?" Bobby asked.
" I'd jump at the chance in a heartbeat, it'd be like so way cool!"
"Are you really sure about that, and how old do you want to go?"Wendy asked one last time.
"How old is the oldest of you ladies here at this table?"
"I'm 81,"Monique's voice rasped.
"That's got us beat, ey girlie girl,"Stacey said as she elbowed her partner in crime, the two then cackling like the two old hens they were fast becoming.
"Okay then, I've always been the youngest, now I get to be the oldest, make me 83, if you can." she said with a grin.
"Here come's the crone, old to the bone,"Bobby said as he aimed his ring at her.
"Here's a small hand mirror dear, so you can see the results fer yerself,"Monique said, handing her a compact.
"Wow, I'm already feeling different," Shondra said as she passed from her twenties into her thirties. Her hips and thighs had widened slightly, and her her ample busom swelled nearly to the point of bursting out of her white jacket.Her facial features also sharpened slightly.
Just about that time, a TV reporter nearby happened to spot the event in progress, and following her journalistic hunch, headed over to the event.
"Excuze me ma'am," the reporter said," can I ask just exactly what is going on here?You seem to be changing before our very eyes."
"I'm glad you asked," Wendy commented, taking the lead," what you are witnessing right here in about a minute, is what will occur tonight in stages here at Friday's Friday theme night. If it goes well, a similar theme night will occur every Friday for the next couple of months."
"If I'm corect," the reporter responded," this has something to do with the aging process. Are you saying we're all going to be senior citizens before the night is out, dearie?" She asked with a nervous yet excited chuckle.
"That is correct honey, all here get to experience their golden years, but with a built in fail safe, so that everyone lives through the events of the evening."
"These clothes are feeling tighter, I think I may have put on a pound or two," commented the now 45 year old Shondra, who had added about sixty pounds, mostly in her hips, butt, thighs and upper arms. Her face now showed fine lines and crows feet, and under eyes bags. A few grey hairs also showed in her bangs.
"Time for age related adjustmets to kick in," Wendy said, as Shondra's clothing adjusted to fit her now larger form.
"I don't know what you just did, but thanks honey,"
Shondra sighed as she passed fifty."By the way, does it feel warmer in here to anyone?"
"This is great!" the reporter responded, making sure the cameraman caught everything."So, is this going to happen to everyone who comes in here tonight?"
"Yes Cassidy, it is. People will be informed at the door of what they're in for, and then they can chose whether they want to come in or head elsewhere. If they come in then decide to leave, they still experience the effects as if they were here for the whole evening."
"How fascinating. By the way, how you holding up there lady?" she asked Shondra as she whizzed by 65.
"Doin pretty darn good darlin," she replied in an older sounding voice."Boy, them grey hairs is jes takin over, ain't they girls," she added as her hair had gone to about half grey and half brown. The bags under her eyes had deepened, with a second set starting to form.
Panning down, the cameraman had caught her feet changing as well, with the the skin withering, and her toenails yellowing and thickening.
She had lost a few pounds, but that had been replaced by more sags, bags, and wrinkles as the camera panned up to see her passing quickly through her seventies.
"Time flies when yer havin fun, ey hon-ney,"cackled, Stacey, checking out the changes.
"Ey, whas that bout mon-ey hon-ney?Hearin jes ain't what once was, ya know."
Just then a hearing aid appeared in her right ear, along with an odd feeling in her mouth and under her pants.
As things finished up, the 83 year old woman took a seat beside the others in the booth, adjusting the black flats that were now on her feet instead of the high heeled sandals she had come to work in.
Her hair now had a mix of grey and white, with a hint of brunette, her hands looked somewhat gnarled, and her face and hands had a scattering of age spots on them. Her sking overall looked like well worn leather, from her time in the sun.
"Looks like I got my wish, ey ladies?"
"So, this mean yer joinin us fer the festivities of the evening?"asked Monique.
"Yeah, guess so dearie, guess so. Let me jes go nounce this here theme fer the evenin, an I'll be on back to join ya all."
"Before you go ma'am, how old are you and how are you feeling?"the reporter inquired.
"Feelin pretty good fer a woman of 83 young un, if thas what yer gettin at. Though it'll take some gettin used ta thees hearin aid, an these here denchers, and this adult diaper thingie, but considering the cance I have to enjoy the eevenin with these new old friends a mine, it's a small price ta pay I'm guessin."
"A bit more than these viewers may have wanted to know, but we appreciate your candor nonetheless. Stay tuned to this channel throughout the evening, for updates as this reporter,
and many of your friends here, go trippin through the sands of time."
"By the way," the reporter, Cassidy Yates,asked,"what are the events of the evening, how is this all going to go down?"
"In 15 minutes everyone will be twenty years older, then a half hour later another twenty years, and every half hour after that another twenty years older until everyone here is 125 years old. Those who are already older won't age any more until everyone else catches up to them," Bobby answered,"and like you've already seen, reality will change to meet your changing age requirements."
"I've got others to interview, so I'll meet everyone back here in 15 to toast my 47th birthday. Ciao."
And with that, the reporter headed off.
"I've gotta go too an make that there nouncement fer the happenins of the eve, but a'fore I goes, would you young un's do me a favor. My sorority sisters an a local fraternal group are havin an Ice Pirate social."
"I'm very familiar with that movie," Bobby responded,"and you would like us to jazz it up a bit for you?"
"I'd be ever so grateful if ya would hon-ney. Thank you young man,"she said as she gave him a warm embrace and a grandmotherly peck on the cheek." Thank you fer everythin."
With that she headed for the Dj stand to make her announcement.
"Now Bobby dear, I think we had better zap these people, then head over quickly to the sorority house bfore the ten minutes run out. I realize we have 5 minutes left, but I still remember what happened earlier today at the mall."Wendy said with a smile.
"Point taken. We will be back shortly ladies, save us a seat and a dance, would ya?"
"Only if'ns yer least 65, then we might consider it ya whippersnapper," Jeanine joked.
"If you insist," Wendy replied,"I swear, the things ya do for friends these days."
As they walked slowly away, Bobby and Wendy changed again, with their skin becoming more wrinkled. Wendy had some half hot pink reading glasses on a beaded chain appear around her neck, while her hair turned a nice steely grey.
Bobby's hair also went more grey, and he appeared more weathered.
"Well honey, les git on over and take care a that there sorority place. I got's a bit of an ich, an I need yer experienced hand ta scratch it."
"Oooh, you dirty ol man, I think I'm gonna enjoy the res t of our evenin an our years together.
Now les git this over with an get back here, so's we's can keep our promise to our friends."