As the Chronivac stirred to life, the crow's feet on Patricia's face began to recede and disappear. Her skin became clear and unblemished. The few grey hairs that had started to show in her hair grew dark and flowed luxuriously into a short-cut bob. The thin spidery veins that had begun to show on her hands vanished as she began to caress a shrinking waistline. Her hips began to slim down, and the thick bush of hair between her legs became little more than a light fuzz as the hair began to grow backwards. Her hands turned to feel her ass as it began to become firm once more beneath her grasp. Even her breasts rose up and started to shrink ever so slightly, leaving them like perky flesh mounds topped with delicate, pink nipples. Patricia's tongue darted out between her new, fuller lips and a slight moan escaped her throat. Already a thin dribble of moisture had escaped from her lower lips. "Oh, jeez, mom-" Jessica started, before Patricia came in close cutting her sentence short. Their breasts touches as her mother brought her face in close to hers. "Don't call me that." A finger toyed with Jessica's hair. "I'm only 17, too young to be anyone's mother. Hell, I could be your little sister. Call me Patty." "Okay... Patty." Jessica realized that she had just entered down a pathway with her mother that she could never return from. "Now then, Jessie," Patty picked up the Chronivac and stared at its display, "I need you to get..."