May in the Mall

May walked into the local shopping mall, feeling better than she had been in years. Her joints didn't feel stiff, her muscles were full of energy, and she moved with a swing in her hips. A few mannequins in a boutique window caught her eye and she went in to look around.

"Oh my," a perky saleswoman gushed, bouncing up to May. "Those clothes are SO not you, honey. What happened, did you lose a bet?"

"Uh," May blinked. "My... my luggage was lost when I flew in. And all I could find was this in my mother's attic." She was amazed at how easily the lie came. Her mind must have de-aged with the rest of her, giving her sharper wits.

"Are you sure it wasn't your grandmother's?" the clerk tittered. "Don't worry, sweetie, we can get you started on a wardrobe that'll make you look fabulous. So what kind of look are you going for, clubbing, casual, work... maybe a little slutty?"

A smile tugged up the corner of May's lip. "Why not all of the above?"

*

An hour later and May strolled out of the store, her heels clacking on the tiled floor beneath her. She wore a maroon sweater that hugged her new curves over a pair of tight black leggings and ankle boots. Both hands were full as she carried the shopping bags full of her new clothes.

"Hey! One last thing," the salesgirl said, chasing after May. She handed over a card. "You should head down to Headliners, the salon here? Between you and me, you look good, but they can really make your hair shine! Ask for Damien. He's a miracle worker!" May nodded and thanked the girl, pocketing the card.

One salon trip later and she was all smiles, her hair coiffed into a tumble of reddish ringlets down her shoulders and back, the makeup accentuating her facial featurs giving her a smoky gaze. She looked like Ann-Margaret, and several sets of eyes were drawn to her as she sashayed her way to the food court.

May ordered a cheeseburger, feeling both confident in her new body's metabolism, but slightly annoyed that she couldn't use her senior's discount. She sat down to eat and pulled the bottle from her bag to read the fine print.

With a hand to her mouth May’s eyes widened, swallowing hard on the bite of her hamburger as she read the fine print out loud.

“Warning do NOT take more than the recommended dose of 1 cap full per day. Side effects of using X-Hot-Ic may result in increased libido, improved or enhanced physical development, mood swings, hormonal changes and increased sensitivity… Side effects may INCREASE as a result of overdose and may become long term or permanent!”

Sitting back May set the bottle back in her purse and began to worry. She had three caps worth already today. What would happen to her? Was she in danger? She checked her pulse, her heart, all of it strong, in fact stronger than ever. She was the picture of health in the prime of her life. Looking back at the bottle she read it again and found that none of the symptoms were lethal or life threatening. Calming down she looked around the food court as she slowly started going back to her meal, picking at her French fries and sipping from her cola.

“I guess there’s not much to worry about then…” Her eyes wandered the court and she spotted a young couple ordering from a pita place, a dainty blond girl and a tall boy in a local football team jersey nearby. “Now isn’t that cute, surprised that little kitten could keep up with a big boy like that… Wonder how he’d handle me.” Blinking at her inner monologue May looked somewhere else, finding a pair of yoga instructors on their break from the gym up on second floor. “You’ve got to admire flexible men, they could reach places even YOU can’t.” Shaking her head and pouting her red lips May tried to clear her mind until she looked back up and nearly purred. There ordering a coffee and biscuit was the security guard for this end of the mall. Tall and strapping, May’s eyes leered at him like a lioness on the prowl, watching him sip at his coffee and nibble away at the loaf after dipping it in his drink.

Biting into her hamburger May licked her lips even though she didn’t spill her bite. When the man sat up to leave the food court she watched him head over to the men’s restroom to clean up. Two seconds later she did the same…