Truly Annita

Annita's eyelids fluttered open.

"Phew. It's over." Annita thought, feeling a weight on her chest. Staring down at it, she set a hand upon it. Two rather large and saggy orbs hung there, jiggling about with every movement made. Shifting her attention away from the bust area and over to her skin, she was met with a beautiful aging effect. "I'm perfect."

Holding in the feelings of excitement, the elderly muslimah sat up. Feeling her chest move about, she did her best in order to get a look at her legs. Wrinkled up, celluite and fat had very much taken hold.

"I'm perfect." Annita announced as a nurse came in. Likely surprised by her waking up, the shock faded rather fast. "How long do I need to stay in bed?"

The nurse raised a hand to her chin.

"Probably a day or two, Mrs Annita. Even then, it could be even longer." the nurse explained and Annita perked up. Yes, she was willing to wait that long...