"I just turned you into an insta granny," Jeff laughed.
"What did you say? Wait, I feel kind of strange...like my body is moving in time."
"It is my dear...ya should see yerself. You are geetin oldah as we speak."
She raced to the bathroom and checked herself out. "I look like my mom now," the 42 year old said, "I even seem to be dressed like her."
"Yeah, though ya aren't gonna stop any too soon," Jeff informed her as she continued on to 50.
"I am getting wrinkles and gray hairs, and my body feels unusual...it is soo warm all of a sudden."
As she came back into the main room youn noticed she was sweating profusely. Her hair had gotten shorter and had started to go gray, and her breasts were looking more relaxed. She wore
capri pants that were red and had on an orange shirt. As you looked on a wide gray streak showed up in the hair on the right side of her face.
"Please Jeff, can you turn on the air...I am burning up."
Jeff went and did this, and when he got back Marilyn was passing 65.
"That bootie a yours has gotten a tad larger," Jeff laughed, as Marilyn checked out her reflection.
"Ehh, yer a dirty old man," she lamented," but I appreciate the compliment I guess. By the way, just how old am I going to get. My eyes are getting a bit blurry...oh, and so now I have glasses
too?"
"Yes honey, I can see that," he informed her. "Oh, and I set things up for you to be around my age of 85. Your only 72 now."
"Only??? You just wait until ah...wait, how'd ya do this ta me? My hair is all gray now and getting a touch or two a white.My throat has a bit of a wobble and I got jowls. Now really, am I going to
be the same age, older, or younger than ya?"
"Fine, if ya must know you will be stopping at age 87 right a bout now ma'am."
Marilyn shuffled to the bathroom using her cane and checked herself out. Her hair was completely white and she wore a nice red hat on her head. She also had on a purple dress, and a pearl
necklace and earings to go with it.
"Ya really did do an insta granny treatment ta me," she rattled, as she leaned on her cane and came back into the room with him.
"Yeah, an ya got some curves there sweets."
"Ah am a fat old lady and ya know it. So we are a couple a old fogies...what are ya gonna do bout that eh?"
"Weeelll, here's the thing..."
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