As I carefully navigate the narrow city streets I turn my mind to the plan once again, my options having been narrowed down slightly after having completed my spur of the moment heist.
I simply wasn't going to be able to return to the apartment, not even temporarily to borrow someone else's life for a bit. I couldn't risk it, not with what I had just done. With my thoughts turning back to what I had done I quickly snatch up the medallion and grab the purse, tossing the black bag from the car as I turn down a side street as I clutch the medallion to my sagging chest.
"Okay..." I croak, wincing as I listen to the raspy feminine voice slip from my thin dry lips. "I need a better body than..." I mutter, shuddering s I glance down at my elderly form for but a moment. "... This"
Pulling the car over I quickly take my phone from my pocket, my withered delicate fingers tapping loudly and slowly at the screen as I begin to look something up.
"I'm going to need to find a decent thrift store nearby. I mean between the city, airport and the university nearby there are plenty of people ditching old clothes that can work as a new body"
It doesn't take long at all to find a thrift shop, the fact that so many people came and went from the city making for a veritable goldmine of old and discarded household items and clothes. The issue was nailing down just which one to go to as the names pop up on my phone.
A lengthy row of thrift stores run down the main road dividing the central business district and the university, the long string of stores trailing down into the suburbs as it slowly spreads out into small pockets of isolated shopping strips.
"Don't want one too... big..." I wheeze, coughing harshly as I feel my elderly ribs rattle inside my chest. "Less cameras the better..."
Tapping at each option to bring up some pictures I wince at the clattering of my nails against the screen, each and every tap causing my to become far too aware of my long clawed finger nails and the frail withered digits they are hanging from.
Before long I think I find the right place, a small shop attached to an old community center. Over filled and not made for the purpose of being a shop in the first place, it looks perfect to simply get lost in.
"Alright..." I mutter to myself, putting the address into the GPS as I'm guided out closer to suburbia. "... Let's get me out of... this..." I huff, glancing up briefly at my wrinkle covered face in the mirror.
By the time I pull into the relatively empty parking lot I'm shivering in my seat, the plain blue t-shirt and sweat pants seemingly doing little to keep my over seventy year old body warm. I can't fight the scowl forming on my thin lips, my frustration and distaste growing worse with each shudder as I'm forced to reckon with the foul sagging flesh hanging from my rickety bones.
I try to clamber from the car as fast as I can, my joints popping painfully as the cool air seems to affect them terribly. Gritting my teeth I shuffle out through the small parking lot, past the scant few cars as I approach the plain and rather unimpressive brown brick building.
While the main building was not the newest, it was certainly more modern than the small original structure to its right side in all the worst ways. Large and imposing, the community center sits as a simple block of bricks, the only color beside the pale brown of the bricks coming from a single community mural running along the far side.
Beside the larger community center however sits a smaller red brick structure, the steeple roof leaving me wondering if it was an old chapel or schoolhouse. The white front door sits open, a small sign sitting out front reading 'Open' and nothing more, while a warm light fills the cramped room beyond.
Climbing the short steps up and into the smaller of the buildings I'm hit with a wave of warm air and the subtle hum of a heater running deeper inside. I can't help but smirk at the open door as I pass through, the thought that simply closing the door would help keep the heat in not being lost on me.
The warm light inside the thrift store casts the already yellowed walls into a far deeper hue, the hanging and likely rather older bulbs from the ceiling doing a surprisingly good job at lighting the limited space. Shelves run up and down the length of the main room, each stacked high with odds and ends of all kinds from household appliances and books to clothes and old toys.
A single curtain hangs up in the far back right corner, the cheap plastic sheet acting as a changing room that was hastily added out of necessity. Across from from it in the opposite corner sits a small wooden desk, the ornate and heavily tarnished piece of furniture likely being as old as the building itself. Sitting atop the desk rests a small space heater, the whirring fan aimed directly at the middle-aged and rail thin woman seated behind the desk and manning the make-shift store.
The woman doesn't seem to pay me any mind as I slip into the shop, the mind elsewhere as she flips through the yellowing pages of an old book. Hunching over, unable to bend my back up to my full height, I slowly begin to paw through the shelves as I creep quietly down between the shelves.
Unfortunately, the pickings are slim. Between the likely broken or at least poor quality toasters and old coffee makers its hard to find much in the way of 'good' clothes. Sure there are plenty of singular items, most stained or ripped and having been donated rather than merely throwing them away. Fortunately, items that were donated together seem to be put away together, the folded piles making it easy to find what were meant to be outfits.
Grabbing more than a few bundles of clothes I feel a familiar shock and tingle spread through my hand an up my arm, my bones quickly beginning to ache and crackle up my arm as the medallion begins to do its work.
I shuffle as quickly as my elderly legs will carry me before nearly tumbling into the makeshift changing room, my twitching arms dropping the clothes to the floor as I pull the curtain shut behind me. The changing room itself is rather sparse, the small carve out having just a single wooden chair and a hanging mirror to help people get changed and try on whatever clothes they manage to find in the terribly organized store.
Tossing the clothes and the medallion to the seat I double over, my skin growing taut around me as my bones grow almost to large from Rachel's elderly form. My mouth hangs open, my voice catching in my throat as I stare at myself in the mirror.
The silvery gray hair hair hanging around my chin rapidly begins to cascade down to my shoulders, the strands darkening and growing thicker by the second before finally settling into a wild black mane. The wrinkles around my face soon diminish and vanish entirely as my skin rapidly returns to a more youthful state, the blemishes fading away as my pale flesh quickly takes on a light and healthy tan.
With a loud series of pops I watch as my arms and legs lengthen, my spine soon following suit with a painful grinding as the hunch in my back is bent awkwardly back into place. My chest and rear suddenly tighten, the sagging bust and cellulite riddled rear turning to a tight and perky rear with a rather modest and almost small bust. With a rumbling and aching I feel my muscles rapidly twitch and build beneath my skin, the constant activity building up my figure as subtle abs and well defined arms and legs slowly fill out my tall and otherwise lanky frame.
With a deep breath I feel the changes slow to a stop, my eyes staring wide into their pale green reflections as I take in the towering figure in the mirror.
Barely in her twenties, the young woman dressed in my ill-fitting sweat pants and t-shirt only has the leg of the pants hang past her ankles. Standing at easily around six foot two, she fills out the blue shirt and sweats surprisingly well. Aside from her height however, small would be the best way to describe swathes of her figure.
Between delicate and slight facial features and her pert tight little rear, she seems to be built for a height around a foot shorter than herself. Beneath my large and comfortable blue shirt her chest is nearly entirely lost, the extremely modest and perky bust disappearing into the bends and curves of the fabric.
However, if one thing is certain it is that whoever this was they were fit. Between the lightly tan skin and the pale streaks along her shoulders to the firm and powerful biceps and long runners legs, it is plain to see she had been far more active than I had ever been.
"Fuck... me..." I gasp, a light and breathy voice slipping from my lips in place of the old and raspy tones I had been mutter in for the past hour. Twisting and turning I quickly pull up the bottom of my shirt, my new pale green eyes going wide as I stare at the subtle yet fairly well defined core and abdominal muscles I now owned.
Biting at my bottom lip I hold the t-shirt up and reach for the waist band of my sweatpants, pulling it down enough to reveal a hint of trimmed black hair on a pale mound. My gaze darts over my towering reflection and its athletic build, my eyes darting to the pile of clothes and the medallion as I try to find just what did this to me.
Looking over the pile I finally see it, a long dark green tube dress designed for a woman of a rather peculiar height. Bending over, my breath catching in my throat as I feel the muscles in my rear and core tighten intoxicatingly. With a swift tug I pull the dress free, holding it up against my tall and slender figure before tossing it aside.
"Okay..." I mutter, taking a mental note as I lean in to the mirror and look over my delicate lightly tan face. "Tall young woman... at least I could use some of my clothes I guess..." I muse, reaching over to the medallion as I grab it along with another item of clothing with baited breath.
"But what else..." I continue, my heart racing as the static charge rapidly shoots up my arm. "... Could I be..."
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