Sally began to feel odd, as she started to age a bit. Her youthful face began to display some wrinkles, and her mannerisms became more..."adult". Then her head hurt. "Jewel, you're not my mom, you're my sister...my twin sister!" True to her words the women in the room looked almost exactly alike. Sally chuckled a bit. To think she was in high school...Jewel looked a bit surprised, but that look soon faded into joy. "Sissy, you gotta see this thing! It can grant wishes!" Sally gasped. "That's fucking sick, Jewel! Can I get a wish?" Jewel shrugged. "Why the hell not?"
Sally was by no means stupid now, but like her sister, she had gained some cougarish tendencies. "Y'know Jewel, I think the whole slutty blond thing has run its course. Guys don't want older women who look like they could be turning tricks on the side. They'd rather go out with younger girls! Mirror, I wish my sister and I were college aged again, but also..."
