Anna stepped into the machine and looked around. There were lots of lights and a panel that provided information, as well as buttons that one could push as needed she assumed. It came to life as she entered it and the door closed behind her trapping her inside.
A voice sounded, “Welcome to the personal age transformation chamber, or Pat. Please tell me how much younger or older you wish to be. Please note that when you go a great deal younger or older, you may find the machine goes a bit beyond your desired age. Oh, and you cannot leave without a change.”
“Ahh, okay then sure. “
“Alright then, how much older or younger do you wish to be?”
She thought a moment or two, and then decided to go for it. “I would like you to make me 60 years older,” she stated.
“Alright then, 60 years older. Would you like to see this aging happen to yourself?”
“Yeah, of course…I mean why not?”
“It does tend to startle some people.”
“It would startle me more to just step out and go to a mirror and see the results. I am good with it.”
“Fine then, aging commencing.”
A moment later the chamber came to life, with a pulsing sound and a strange purple light filling the chamber. As she heard a whirring sound, she saw a counter in front of her that indicated she had passed 21.
“How are you doing Anna?” the machine inquired.
“Fine, but somehow I feel like I’d like to go out for a drink with some friends.”
“Typical of the 21st birthday. It will quickly pass. Tell me, would you like your clothing to change as you age?”
“No, I am good with what I have on now,” she replied as she passed 25 years old. She acquired a more curvy figure at this point, looking every inch the woman she was now. Her breasts had gone from a B to a C cup.
“That is fine,” Pat informed her. “How about your hairstyle, would you like it to change as you age?”
“Nah, keep it the style and length it is now.”
“How about your makeup, would you like that to change as you age?”
“Yes, that would probably be best to change.”
“I have made note of that. Would you like age related accessories to show up as you require them?”
“Yes, I would absolutely appreciate that. You are very conscientious. Wait…did I just say that?”
“Yes, I believe you did.”
She looked at the readout and shook her head. “Damn, already at 34. My cheekbones stand out a bit more and there seem to be more angles to my face. I look like a cross between mom and Aunt Susan.”
She realized she had hit D cup status as the process continued on. She noted a second later and a few more years advanced that fine lines were beginning to show on her face.
“I am hitting middle age now,” she said out loud as silver streak began to flow into her hair.
“Indeed you are ma’am,” Pat replied as she passed 46, a swatch of hair to one side of her face blooming into a white swatch.
“Ma’am??? Hmmm, guess I am at that. By the way, when did things start getting more blurry?”
“These should help,” Pat replied as the next moment Anna had glasses on.
“Thanks there dear—though with how octagonal they are they make me look older—could ya make them a bit more stylish?”
“How is this,” the machine replied as she now sported cat’s eye pink and black glasses.”
“Better honey—thanks,” she said, “though they still make me look old.”
“Well you are 50…no 51 now.”
“I am? Well, I guess it was bound to happen. Can ya turn down the heat though, I feel warmer all of a sudden.”
“That is due to you going through menopause—this ought to help.”
Just then the chamber received an inflow of cool air and Anna received a hormone patch.”
“Don’t worry though, with the rate you are aging menopause will be over in a moment.”
“Well thank you, that is better. You are a most considerate machine, I must say. Hey, my hair is soooo gray now, and my voice sounds like grams,” she said as she passed 58. She now had jowls and much more relaxed breasts. She checked her arms, and laughed,”Oh dear, bingo wings, I have bingo wings, and my crow’s feet have deepened. I…did I just shrink a touch.”
“Yes, you did lose about an inch or so in height ma’am.”
The aging went on, and she passed 63 a second later.
“Ma’am, would you like some music played for you?”
“Yes dear heart that’d be lovely. Hey, does my throat seem wobbly? Are those bags under my eyes too?”
As she passed 64, the Beatles song, “When I’m 64,” came on.
“I think your crepey throat is beautiful, as are you…just older, and those wrinkles and gray hairs become you.”
“Nice choice a music there doll face,” she said, as she looked at her reflection. “Ma hair is completely gray and now more and more white, and ma breasts are resemblin deflated melons more an more. It is too cool in here now, can ya heat it up a touch darling? Or, can ya warm me up a touch?
She had a beige cardigan on a moment later.
“Better?”
“Ah know ah said not ta mess wit da clothes, bu ah do preciate that. Uh, hate ta say it but ma teef feels funny,” she decided to mention as they did indeed feel strange. As she watched her reflection she noticed them dropping out of her mouth one after another to the floor. When she leaned down to pick them up, her glasses fell off.
“Ah damn,” she rattled as she passed 70, her hair now completely gray with touches of white here and there, and coming in more and more.
“Don’t bend down ma’am, I have you covered,” Pat informed her, as she was outfitted a second later with pink and red bifocals attached to a beaded chain, along with dentures.
“Thas much better hon-ney,” she rattled. Looking at the readout she noted from the numbers she had hit and passed 75.
“Now uuuhh, don get theees ol gal wrong machine…but wasn’t ah sposed ta stop at 76?”
“Since it has been awhile since I was used, it will take a short while more before I am able to stop. I am sorry about that, though I did warn you about this?”
“Ya did? Oh, I forgot bout that. Jes don take much longer though. I gotta go pee…and I don’t hold it real well these days.”
A moment later she felt like her pants were more padded.
“What the…am ah wearin adult didies?”
“It can happen to 80 year old women at times.”
“This outfit is slimmin a mine?”
Just then a hearing aid showed up in her right ear of the 81 year old, who now hunched forward a touch.
“I said, it can happen to 82 year old women at times. Better now?”
“If ya mean can ah hear ya, well yes there dearie ah kin. Though, eets not so easy ta stay a standin round here a waitin.”
A cane appeared in her right hand as she reached back with her left to brace the lower back.
“There we are, all done.”
“Would ya lookit that? Ah got permanent makeup on and drawn on eyebrows. My upper eye lids are a sagging, and so are ma boos an butt. My hair is all white and a hot mess. How old did ah end up anyway?”
“You are now an 86 year old lady. I can change the hair to make it look better and easier for you to care for if you’d like.”
“By all means be ma guest sweetie pie,” she replied, and a moment later she had a nice full but much shorter white perm that framed her weathered face.
“Thas a might better dearie, thanks.”
“Glad you like it, and feel free to recommend me to friends. It was nice talking to you, and just so you know you will be spending the next few days like this.”
“A few days as an old lady? Ah gues, and don tell me bout us talkin, ya turned me into an old lady dearie.”
“You did ask to be aged, didn’t you?”
“Guess ah did at that,” she prattled on, as she shuffled out of the chamber leaning on her green and blue butterfly cane.
As she did this
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