Make her young, hot and horny

"Would you like milk and sugar? " the old woman offered.

"Actually, I have something stronger," Bert said, pulling out a bottle of whiskey from his bag. "You don't mind, do you?"

"Oh, well, no, of course not," she said, clearly uncomfortable with the idea but not wanting to seem unfriendly.

"Thanks, Cecilia!" He said, taking a sip to make room, then pouring in a shot.

Cecilia added sugar to her tea and stirred daintily.

"Would you like some?" He asked, gesturing at her with the bottle.

"Oh, no!" The old woman said. "Thank you, but no, I never drink ****"

"But you're Catholic," Bert argued. "And Jesus made wine, so there's nothing wrong with ****."

"Oh, no, no, of course not," Cecilia agreed, Bert having made her easily persuedable with the remote. "I just prefer not to. But you were going to show me your magic remote!"

Bert grinned at her changing the subject.

"Right!" He said, pointing it at her. "You see, with this remote, I can change people! For instance, it says here that you are 72 years old."

"That's right! How did it know that? " she exclaimed.

"Magic!" Bert said. "And if we just reverse the digits... boom!"

Cecilia shuddered and suddenly the old woman was 27 years old, her previously gray hair long, black and shiny, her previously wrinkled skin smooth and glowing, her previously bent back straight and her previously sagging boobs full and perky.

She gasped and started at her lovely young hands, then put them up to her smooth cheeks.

"Oh Mother Mary!" She exclaimed, her voice coming out young and melodic. "How is this even possible?"

"Magic!" He reminded her.

"I...I feel so good!" She exclaimed. "Nothing hurts! But... but isn't magic from the devil? Where does this power come from? I'm grateful, Bert, but I really don't think you should be doing this! It isn't right!"

"That Catholic guilt is really getting in the way of you enjoying this, isn’t it Cecilia, " he observed. "I'm pretty sure we can fix that."

"Oh, you really shouldn't," she said as he looked for the relevant submenu. "You should probably just change me back..."

He dialed down her sense of guilt. Not all the way down. He didn't want to turn her into a sociopath. But enough that she might take advantage of what he did next. He dialed up her hedonism score, then cranked up her libido.

Cecilia shuddered and her cheeks flushed.

"Oh my! That feels amazing!" She exclaimed, then she giggled. "I guess you can let me stay this age. "

"And can I convince you to have a drink with me?" He asked, offering the bottle again.

"Why not?" She responded and held out her cup, which he topped off.

She took a tentative sip and raised her eyebrows and gave a delicate cough.

"It's very strong," she said. "I used to drink wine when I was younger. Well, when I was younger the first time. But it wasn't like this."

"Just gulp it down in one go," Bert urged. "Like this."

He drained his drink.

Cecilia looked skeptical, but she wanted to do what he asked, so she followed suit.

She sputtered and coughed and blinked away tears.

"It burns going down, " she complained.

"The second one isn't as bad," he assured her and filled both of their teacups with straight whiskey. "You'll get used to it. You trust me, don't you Cecilia?"

"Of course I trust you, Bert!" She assured him.

She tossed back her second shot and choked and flushed, then grinned.

"Are you trying to get me drunk, Bert? " she asked.

"I'm just helping you relax and enjoy yourself, Cecilia, " he assured her, refilling her cup. "That's what friends do!"

She giggled, took her third shot, shuddered, then giggled again.

"You know, Bert," she said, reaching out to pat his knee. "Now that we're closer in age, our friendship has.., more potential..."

"It does indeed!" Bert agreed. "Of course, you still being dressed like an old lady doesn’t promote that. Do you mind if I use this to alter your appearance a bit more?"

"Do it!" She exclaimed. "Everything you've done so far has been amazing!"

He selected the setting that let him imagine her appearance, got a clear image in mind, then pushed the button.

Cecilia gasped. She was now dressed in a stripper's parody of a catholic school girl uniform, with high-heeled black pumps, an obscenely short plaid skirt, a white blouse, unbuttoned and knotted beneath her tits, a tiny gold cross on a chain between them, her long dark hair up in pigtails.

"Oh goodness!" Cecilia exclaimed, then giggled. "I love it! Did you make my boobs bigger too?"

"A little bit," he confessed.

She giggled and stuck her chest out. Then she made a cute little frown.

"Bert, I think you may have forgotten to give me panties! " she said.

"Oh, I didn't forget, " he said. "Why don't you come sit on my lap and I'll tell you why."

Cecilia giggled and stood up quickly, then tumbled forward, the whiskey and heels making her clumsy. Bert lept to her assistance, spun her about and scooped her into his lab as he sat back down. The newly younger woman squealed and leaned back into him. He nibbled the back of her neck and she squirmed.

Then she gasped as she recognized what was pressing into her ass. Bert had been rock hard since the moment he reversed the digits in her age. He lifted one of her arms to drape it around his neck, then placed a thick hand on her bare knee.

"Now, would you like to know why I didn't include panties in your new outfit?" He asked her.