"How are we going to explain this to people?" Linda said.
"Somehow," Zoe said, certainly, "I don't feel like that's going to be a problem."
Linda looked down at herself, still a bit uncertain about that. She looked pretty hot. And, if possible, younger. Tight jeans, low-cut top...her body had never looked this good before. Her waist was slim and toned, with a defined six-pack, all of the flab was gone. Her breasts rested and protruded firmly from her chest at least maybe a cup size bigger than it had been, the plunging V-neck of the top showcased her abundant cleavage. The tight jeans clung to her wider hips, thicker thighs, and plump rear - giving Linda a perfect hourglass figure. Her hair was completely brown, all the strands of grey gone, and it was longer than before, whereas it used to only reach her shoulders it now reached down to her waist.
She looked back at Zoe, realizing that she now had to look up a bit too. She looks like crap. Zoe looked tired, and was dressed in a bathrobe and slippers. Her hair was starting to grey, though there were still plenty of black strands to hide them, apparently black was now her natural hair color. And... she looks so... old. Linda thought. Zoe had aged about a quarter-century, but still looked good. Her waist was still skinny, but with a but of flab. Zoe's breasts had grew two cup sizes and they sagged a bit, but still looked as perky as ever. Her skin had lost its paleness and had gained a healthy tanned tone. Her face had matured as well and gained a few wrinkles around her eyes. Zoe also had seemed to realize that she was taller cause she was looking down at Linda. "You really think people won't notice this?"
Zoe looked at Linda. She looks like a teenager, she thought. "I'm not sure, Linda. I suppose we'll have to find out." She yawned. It was late. She really didn't want to deal with this right now.
"We should figure this out now," Linda insisted.
"And I think we'll be better able to handle this tomorrow," Zoe insisted.
"But, Mom!!" Linda whined.
The two suddenly froze and stared at each other. "Did you just..." they said in unison, as each realized what the other had called them.
"Oh, shit," Linda said.
"Linda, Language," Zoe blurted, without thinking.
They lapsed into silence again.
