New Look, New Delia

Delia slowly opened her eyes.

"Ugh..." she whispered, voice sounding both older and deeper. It was almost unrecognizable for her, but that was just the tip of the iceberg.

Looking about, Delia found a mirror. Staring into it, she couldn't believe her eyes. Before this, she looked to be in her mid thirties at least. Now, she looked to be at least in her late fifties, early sixties. Celluite and wrinkles had invaded her skin, giving off a well-worn look for her body.

Even her eyes had that look to them. Aged to an extent. Add in the hearing aids as well, she felt like an entirely different woman. For lack of a better word. Her hair was gray, fitting for an old lady.

"What do you think?" the doctor explained, getting a thumbs up. After, Delia headed out.