After a numbing sensation shot through him, Charlie saw that Renee's body had become the approximate age of sixty-five.
"Oh great," Charlie said, hearing Renee's age-adjusted voice. "Now I'm an old hooker."
Now that the transformation was complete, the sky returned to its original blue color.
People gave him odd looks. But this time Charlie thought that it was because, despite the fact that Renee was in her sixties, she was dressed like someone in their twenties. That and she was dressed as a hooker. Charlie didn't think there were too many 65-year old whores running around.
Charlie was attracting too much attention. He had to get out of there.
