"I'm calling the cops!" Betsy threatened. And bobby felt just that I wish you were 100 years older he shot back. Britney was mad and lept off him what did you do. Betsy developed crows feet and jowls, a grey crept her hair as she felt her back ache and her breasts sag. I need to get to the phone she began to shuffle down the stairs and glance at her feet and saw they had grown veiny and frail while her nails retained the midnight blue she painted on them at the parlor. Not focusing on the stairs she twisted her ankle on the last one and fell before a standing mirror her crows feet have become bags her skin was weathered and covered and winkles as her grey finally whitened to a bright white. she went to go ahh and heard it hoarse and weak and almost goat like and tried hard with her diminishing eye sight to see the withered her hands have become. Her teeth fell out her mouth and she found herself spitting them out as only one remained in her front. Her transformation stopped. She was Betsy Patterson age 125 arguably the longest living person ever. Her mind grew foggy her joints all creaked a d ached she was cluleless and frightened. What the hell bobby! brittney was not pleased.