(This is actually chickenchaos' branch further along, not mine)
Cheryl had started up her car and she headed off to meet with Larry and the others. Preoccupied between driving and thinking about the party, Cheryl was oblivious as her yellow dress began to change, turning a black color and reforming into a vinyl tube dress that hugged her body tightly, ending just above mid-thigh almost daringly.
Cheryl noticed that her radio had been set to some god awful jazz music, and quickly began searching around for something more suitable. Each time her finger pressed another button the nails on her fingers seemed to lengthen a bit more, develop a bit of a deep red color, and by the time she had found a blaring Rock station they were around an inch in length and perfectly manicured. Her hands had shrunk down, becoming smaller, dainty and younger looking. The rest of her body soon followed, shrinking down to a much more petite form and skin tightening, becoming softer.
Cheryl's body began to grow younger, quickly leaving middle age behind and entered, back, into young adulthood, just stopping a few years older than her son. After all, the gem's power was grant understanding, and while Rick had the uncaring and headstrong nature of a teenager, he had a more mature attitude than his age. Of course, these sort of thoughts never crossed Cheryl's mind, just as it never crossed her mind that her pantyhose changed into a pair of fashionable fishnet stockings. While she had previously worked the petals by pivoting on her heel and pressing with her toes on either the brake or the accelerator, she now stomped on the peddle, a method much more suited for her new knee high black leather heeled boots, with three inch stacks.
Cheryl's bra had vanished when her dress changed and her panties turned into a black lacy thong, ridding high on her hips. Her torso had changed by this time, the mass draining from her waist, leaving it skinny, lean and toned, to inflate her breasts from a small B-cup to a huge D-cup. Her hips and posterior remained the same proportions they were, only firming and tightening, giving her a voluptuous, hourglass figure.
Stopping at a red light, she noticed she had her hair up in a bun in the rear view mirror, scowling at her hairstyle and wondering why she put it up like that in the first place, pulled it loose, letting the dark chocolate colored locks fall down to her mid back. Seeing that she needed to fix it up she turned into a nearby parking lot and pulled a brush from her much more stylish and smaller purse and began brushing it out. As she did so her hair gained length, growing down to her waist, and she continued with her brushing, not noticing any difference. Looking back in the mirror, Cheryl was satisfied with the state of her hair, but frowned when she realized she had put on a minimum amount of makeup. Pulling out the tools to remedy this, Cheryl set about applying more makeup liberally to her lips, eyelids, and face. While she failed to notice how much her features were changing, becoming more youthful and pretty. Her wrinkles faded as her skin firmed and tightened.
Finally satisfied with her makeup, Cheryl took her car out of park and exited the parking lot. She turned out into the street, her ears suddenly sporting a new pair of earrings made of Lapis lazuli, with a matching necklace around her slimmer neck.
The final changes came as Cheryl pulled up to the place where she was meeting Larry and the gang, she felt a slight burning and throbbing sensation in her vagina as she once again became a virgin. With one more look in the mirror Cheryl checked to make sure she looked good, she stepped out of her car, looking like a beautiful nineteen year old in every possible way.
Meanwhile, back at the house, Rick Sr. noticed his wife was missing.
