May walked into the mall, feeling better than she had been in years. Her joints didn't feel stiff, her muscles were full of energy, and she moved with a swing in her hips. A few mannequins in a boutique window caught her eye and she went in to look around.
"Oh my," a perky saleswoman gushed, bouncing up to May. "Those clothes are SO not you, honey. What happened, did you lose a bet?"
"Uh," May blinked. "My... my luggage was lost when I flew in. And all I could find was this in my mother's attic." She was amazed at how easily the lie came. Her mind must have de-aged with the rest of her, giving her sharper wits.
"Are you sure it wasn't your grandmother's?" the clerk tittered. "Don't worry, sweetie, we can get you started on a wardrobe that'll make you look fabulous. So what kind of look are you going for, clubbing, casual, work... maybe a little slutty?"
A smile tugged up the corner of May's lip. "Why not all of the above?"
***
May strolled out of the store, her heels clacking on the floor. She wore a maroon sweater that hugged her new curves over a pair of tight black leggings and ankle boots. Both hands were full as she carried the shopping bags full of her new clothes.
"Hey! One last thing," the salesgirl said, chasing after May. She handed over a card. "You should head down to Headliners, the salon here? Between you and me, you look good, but they can really make your hair shine! Ask for Damien. He's a miracle worker!" May nodded and thanked the girl, pocketing the card.
One salon trip later and she was all smiles, her hair coiffed into a tumble of reddish ringlets down her shoulders and back, the makeup accentuating her facial featurs giving her a smoky gaze. She looked like Ann-Margaret, and several sets of eyes were drawn to her as she sashayed her way to the food court.
May ordered a cheeseburger, feeling both confident in her new body's metabolism, but slightly annoyed that she couldn't use her senior's discount. She sat down to eat and pulled the bottle from her bag to read the fine print.
***
"Our next contestant is the kind of girl who'll make your wife green with envy," The DJ's voice crowed. "Will her moves win her the cup? You be the judge! Give it up for our next talented amateur, Jennifer O!"
The curtains parted and the Ogress strode on to the stage of the strip club, seizing the pole in her hands. She had an aggressive style and her moves were hungry and sensual, grinding against the pole and wriggling her body like a belly-dancer. The crowd loved it, their hands waving bills at her as she began to shimmy out of her top...