My eyes go wide as I move to touch the face of the ancient necklace, my hand quickly retreating as I remember just what this was meant to be and what it could be capable of.
Taking a deep breath I try to focus, my thoughts turning from the pounding rhythm of my heart to the plan I had been cooking up for the past few days.
"Okay..." I sigh, trying to calm myself down through the haze of caffeine and excitement. "It's time to..." I mutter, my mind torn between the sheer scale of the options the medallion had just opened up for me.
Taking the last of my boxes into my arms, the grasp I hold on the medallion suring up to the point my knuckles practically glow white, I slowly begin to trudge out of the apartment and towards my car turned temporary home-to-be and storage unit.
There wasn't much left when all was said and done, mostly just books and old sentimental items along with the games I had collected for years that I had been unable to bring myself to sell. I listening to the jostling of old game cartridges as I reach the stairs, the sound of plastic clattering against plastic soon, giving way to the low rumble of the washing machines and dryers.
As I descend the stairs my thoughts shift, a grin forming on my face as I reach the ground floor. Fidgeting with the medallion I leave the stairwell, my footfalls short and quiet as I inch around the lobby and peek into the laundry and the small cramped office in between.
Sitting beside the ancient looking computer, the crisp white plastic casing around the CRT screen letting everyone know just how little light the office ever received, I spot just what I had been looking for.
A vintage black designer purse sits open in the heavily worn old office chair, the rather out of date smart phone pulled in and charging on the desk at barely five percent battery being the likely culprit for it being left behind.
Without a second thought I quickly lunge into the office, snatching the purse like the thief I seemed to be before quickly fumbling it into the top box. As my fingers fumble with the medallion and the purse I feel a sudden shock prickle at my fingers, my heart skipping a beat as my skin begins to turn slightly numb.
"Well..." I croak, coughing slightly as my throat begins to burn and rasp with each breath. "I guess Rachel will be helping to set me up in my new life then..."
Each step down the stairs towards the car park makes me want to wretch, the sound of my bones grinding against each other and my cartilage is eroded to the tune of a few years each and every stair.
My arms quickly begin to shake and quiver, the muscles inside them degrading rapidly as the skin begins to hang loosely from my arms as they too begin to slim out. I barely make it to the trunk of my car before I simply drop the pile of small boxes with an unceremonious thud, my whole body lurching over as I lean against the car for support.
My stomach churns as my insides slowly begin to rearrange, my hips widening as worrying void forms and waits to be filled in my pelvis. Hair begins to cascade in front of my watering eyes, the long brown locks shifting to a deep red and then rapidly to a shimmering gray as it quickly progresses through years and decades.
With a loud series of cracks my back snaps forward, my spine bending as I'm forced to hunch over slightly despite my best efforts. Leaning forward I'm forced to reckon with the growing weight on my chest, the loose flesh hanging limply as a set of large yet heavily sagging breasts form beneath my plain blue t-shirt.
As the changes slowly cease I feel my skin shrivel and wither, blemishes and liver spots forming on my hands as the years quickly make their mark on my over seventy-year-old frame.
"Fuck..." I croak, the dignified and proper schoolmarm tones of my elderly landlord sounding even more foreign as I curse with her mouth. Groaning in discomfort and pain I bend down, picking up the last few boxes before throwing them weakling into the back of my car and take the purse out from inside one.
Closing the truck with a pathetic thud I slowly shuffle around to the drivers seat. I fight back the urge to gag as I feel my plush thighs grind together inside my sweatpants, the cellulite riddled flesh making it all to apparent that I was missing something down between my legs.
"...I should have tried to Laundry room for Emily's stupid..." I wheeze, my body already exhausted and out of breath after the transformation and carting the last few boxes to my car. As I open the door I struggle to get into the seat, my body aching and joints popping as I lower myself into the car and adjust the seat.
My words are cut short as I catch myself in the rear view mirror, my jaw dropping as I stare in awe at the elderly woman who had evicted me from my home reflected back at me. Her dull green eyes go wide with shock, reflecting my own state as our jaws both drop.
With shaking hands I grab at the purse, my agape expression quickly turning to a broad grin as I pull free a small clutch filled with bank cards.
The trip to the bank, while uneventful, is simply exhausting. Between the aches and pains of dragging Rachel's elderly frame up stairs and ramps to get into the queue and simply the act of standing for long stretches at a time, I simply struggle to understand how she even runs her business day in and day out.
"I'm going to need to exercise more..." I had muttered under my breath as I had shuffled along behind the other pensioners, my elderly form not looking out of sorts at the back on a weekday afternoon. "... I cannot feel like this when I'm old..."
At the teller it was merely a matter of presenting my ID and bank cards to get a better sense of the finances, my eyes going wide with greed as I stared for a moment at the money sitting in each of Rachel's accounts. It was easy enough to get the withdrawal, pointing at the screen towards the 'Business and Sundries' account and asking for it in cash.
Of course, for that amount in cash I needed an excuse. The bank manager however seemed to accept the idea of needing it to sure up the 'cash float' of a property business and to pay for works done on various properties.
Before long I was trudging my way back out to my car, Rachel's purse now stuffed with cash to help me start up a new life.
As I slide into the drivers seat a little more gracefully this time I quickly dump the money into the various boxes in the back seat. My gaze quickly turns to the reflection of my elderly landlord in the mirror once again, a smile forming on my yellowed teeth.
"I'm so sorry we had to evict you dear" I coo mockingly, rolling my eyes as I try to make myself sound like the old woman I had been paying rent to for the better part of a decade. "Please, hopefully this will help you get on your feet" I chuckle, starting up the car as I begin to pull out of the parking lot.
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..."
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Adding clothes to the Thrift Store
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