Jen had become a 45 year old woman, and the guys gawked at her as she stood in front of them.
"I asked young men, what do you think? It is a question and requires an answer."
"Yes, ma'am," Tim told her, unsure what to think. She now wore beige slacks and a red top, and had a touch of white in her gray bangs. Her nails were long and dark red, and she wore
high heels that were white. She still had her hair down to mid back, and crow's feet showed around the eyes as well as a few fine lines on her face.
"Don't have to call me ma'am," she told them. "I am only 45."
"What do you two wish to do now?"
Time answered quickly,"I think we should..."