This choice: the friends are aged to elderly instantly as they enter • Go Back...Chapter #5Old Friends drop in for a visit by: Unknown Amanda went to the door and opened it.
"Can I help you?" she asked
"Yes, we are here to see Stacy...can we come in?"
"I woud-in do... that dear-rie," commented Stacy, at which point Amanda laughed and replied, "Grams, you know she is looking forward to her friend's visit."
"Eh,,,,,,,whadya say bout bendin lizards there girlie?"
"It's alright grams...Stacy will be with you shortly, please don't stand there gawking, do come in," she replied, then thought,"actually you'll soon be with her."
As Kyle, Shelly and Janna entered, each began to feel unusual as an incredible tingling sensation raced through their bodies.
"I'm feeling really bizarre," Jana replied, as she raced rapidly into her late twenties, her clothing and hairstyles changing as she went. Her butt plumping a bit, as she now wore
a women's pinstriped business suit, her red curls hanging midway down her back.
"Yeah, and you're looking it too," gasped Shelly as her raven locks began to get gray streaks as the group passed forty. Her polo shirt and Capri pants made her look like a
soccer mom, and her face was now showing fine lines as well as crow's feet and light under eye bags.
"You two look like your moms," laughed Kyle, his beard going grayer and longer by the second as he passed 47. His hairline had receded somewhat, while his waistline had
increased.
"But...how can we be getting so old...and why is that old lady there beginning to look so familiar?" Jana pondered, as her hair became shoulder length and her bangs went
white, and she and Shelly started to fan themselves and complain about the heat as they passed 54.
"We have to get outta here for we get much older," complained Shelly, as her breasts sagged ever further, her body looking more matronly now,"Cmon old man," she muttered
to Kyle, as he looked at her and replied,"Who you callin old there lady."
"Well, if the long gray beard fits," Stacy rattled.
"Stacy, what're you doin here, an how ya git so old? An why am I wearin these here glasses with the...the," the 67 year old Jana sputtered, the top of her hair now completely white and in a perm.
"...the beaded chain hangin from dem," Kyle replied, as he now found himself passing seventy one and wearing suspenders over the flannel shirt he had on, his dentures slipping as he said it.
"Yup ya old fuddy-duddy," Shelly rambled, as her hair went completely white and short in tight curls, and she now found herself in a nightgown and a pink bathrobe and slippers, gasping as the image in a nearby mirror with age spotted hands grasped her face in shock. "I'm positively ancient...jus...jus lookit me!"
"Well I ain't no spring chicken neither," replied Jana, her white hair now in a tight bun as the group passed 82. She wore a pink top with a light blue sweater and a long black skirt, with a nice string of pearls and some comfortable black flats. She also had a girdle underneath as well as depends on under neath, and leaned on a cane.
As they hit ninety both ladies leaned on matching walkers and Kyle and his long white beard leaned on a cane.
"So my dears, anyone up fer a game a mahjong?" Stacy cackled, as they became 92 and things stopped.
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