True Old Lady

The next hour ot two were kind of a bore for Delia. She had forgotten to grab anything to keep herself entertained, which meant browsing though the magazines on offer in the waiting room. But even that wasn't enough to keep her mind and to some extent - attention off of the door.

"Miss, have you thought about getting a procedure done?"

Turning around, Delia found herself facing down the receptionist. Looking to be in their mid to late fourties, long gray hair had already taken hold of their head. Judging by the way her wrinkles somehow made her even more elegant to an extent, on top of driving home the fact that she wasn't as young as she used to be. Add in the teardrop breasts she seemed to be sporting, it was a recipe for quite a girl.

"Maybe." Delia answered, looking away. While sure, Ava had suggested she get the old woman treatment herself. That way, the pair could be twinsies or even... lovers. That word felt odd to say. One, they had started out as mother and son. But to become wife and wife in old age?

Before Delia had a chance to elaborate, the door swung open. Both women shifted their focus over, finding Ava standing before them.

Large saggy teardrops bounced with her swaying body, of which her skin looked leathery and 'aged' to an extent. Her face matched her new age, wrinkles all in the right places.

"What do you think, Delia?" Ava cooed, watching her companion turn red. There was no faking in that voice. So Delia turned to the receptionist. This was her chance to speak up. She had seen the work. Maybe it would be good to give this a shot.