Smiling playfully, Roy pointed the device at a random angry driver and pressed the other button on the little machine.
Quietly and without any fanfare, reality was re-written.
In place of the shuffling old woman at the intersection, there now stood a blond girl, maybe seventeen or eighteen years old. Her hair was now done up in the frizzy, curled style of the Little Old Lady, and she now wore all of the older woman's clothes – the faded, polka-dotted dress and the old, scuffed up shoes. Although she moved the same, shuffling along painfully slowly, the girl was clearly not that old. She had no visible wrinkles or age spots of any kind.
Roy turned his attention back to the random car he had just targeted. There in the driver's seat now sat the old crone, looking considerably more animated! Although Roy didn't have a very good view, he could tell the old hag had replaced a young cheerleader. She was dressed in a tight, sleeveless cheerleader shell and matching mini-skirt. The many folds of her loose, wrinkled skin were now clearly exposed everywhere. Her hair was still pure white and brittle-looking, but it was now much longer and tied back in a fashionable looking scrunchie. Her face was plastered with lip gloss and sparkly makeup... but she wore a furiously, impatient scowl as she angrily honked the honk and cursed at the slow moving, young woman who had just taken her place.
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