Eventually, Stacy awakens and proceeds to open her eyes. She notices she feels different, and her joints ache a bit. As she slowly gets up, she notices her breasts
are now shriveled, dangling raisins, and her skin is leathery and wrinkled. Her fingers look spindly, everything sags, and she has trouble getting herself up real well.
Just then, Amanda comes in the room and hands her a cane for getting around.
"Why...why da I need this ole thing, eh?" she asks, marveling at how ancient her voice sounds."An why does ma voice...it sounds so, so..."
"Old? Well, if you are feeling up to it come on over to this mirror," Amanda says, as Stacy slowly ambles on over to stare at her reflection.
"Who's that?" she asks, hoping it is not what she thinks.
"It is you Grandma Stacy. You are now a 90 year old lady for the next week. Aren't you exited?"
"Not the weerd... ah was a gonna... use dearie, not at all, nope."
"Well, we had to do something different to you so your parents did not have to worry on their trip."
"Ma hair... is all white an curly, and... ma face is all wrinkled. Ah looks like... an old prune. How'm ah sposed... ta do anythin like this, eh? All ah kin do... ta be up an around."
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