A church-going lady

Ash debated his options. At first, it was all blurry. But after giving it some thought, he came to an answer.

"A church-going lady." Ash finally answered. Delia nodded, leading her future 'grandmother' over to the vanity. There, Ash was sat down in front of the mirror. "Do you think we can do that?

"Of course, dear." his 'mother' answered, grabbing an aerosol can off of the vanity. Spraying it across Ash's hair, the locks of raven black hair turned white. A few seconds later, she got to massaging her hands through it. What had once been spiky locks of hair were now smooth and nearly reaching down to 'her' neck.

Turning 'Ash' around, Delia got to the matter of the face. This was the most challenging part of this makeover. If she did this wrong, then the disguise wouldn't sell that this woman was elderly. Nonetheless, she got to work.

"What do you think?"

Turning her 'grandmother' around, she let her take a look. The wrinkles alone made what had once been the face of a ten year old that of someone who was in their sixties. At least.

The slipping on of jewelry followed. Mostly rings, they fit what look to be 'Ash's' older hands.

"Strip down, Annita." Delia explained, the elderly woman before her complying. The passing over of granny panties and a bra with saggy breasts inserts followed. Then came the pantyhose. "Almost there, dear."

The finishing touch came in the form of a mettalic silver dress and a set of heels.

"Here's your book. Have fun!" Delia explained, handing over a book. Annita got up, doing her best impression of an old woman's walk. "Hopfully, she finds the right place."