Bobbi soon find his body changing. His chest swells, his testicles pull back in and change as they do.
"I feel so strange, and my voice...I sound like, like..."
"Like a girl?" your Aunt Marla replies grinning.
"Yes, I would say so," you mutter, as your hair grows past mid back, long and curly, as your hips reshape, and your breasts hit a DD in size.
"Well, if I don't miss my guess, there is more to this change," your aunt laughs.
"More to it than just turning into a girl?" you ask, as you notice your voice has changed a touch.
"Here, take a look for yourself," she tells you and places you in front of a nearby mirror.
As you look on, you notice yourself changing...maturing, and then notice you are wearing a women's business suit, your long red nails done just so and your breasts getting a touch
softer as you pass 40. You face is getting more and more angular, and your cheekbones stand out just a touch more.
"I look like mom," you say," and sound like mom." Just then a few white curls take their place along the one side of your face, standing out among your red locks.
You put on a touch more weight in your hips and thighs, and now wear red polyester slacks, along with a long sleeved, leopard print top and leopard print heels, and their are light bags
under your eyes as well as crow's feet as you pass 46.
"At least I look respectable,,,did I say that?"
"Ha, ha, ha...yes my dear Bobbi Jean, you sure did."
You continue to age, and then you note the front of your hair is completely white, and you now have some pink cat's eye glasses on a beaded chain. There a few rings on your fingers,
and some very artsy beads around your neck as you come to stop at 53.