Jennifer finished setting up her Wii, and was glad she hadn’t remained completely illiterate when it came to electronics like most of her neighbours. She wasn’t quite sure that this Wii Fit thing and its Board would really get anyone into shape, but it was supposedly popular among people at her age and she needed something to do when she lived alone.  At sixty-eight years old, there was an ever-decreasing amount of things that she could do on her own, and she might as well enjoy something like this while she could.

 Jennifer lived alone in a small but comfortable house,  and had looked quite good when she was younger, although time hadn’t been too kind to her, with aged and wrinkling skin, slightly drooping lips, short, grey, and thin hair, and a bit too much fat on her body for her liking. She considered changing out of the pink blouse and sweatpants she was wearing, but decided she was unlikely to work up a sweat.  She didn’t really have anything appropriate, anyway.

She started the game up, and was greeted by the sterile white that dominated the Wii, and waited for the game to load the yoga and balance part as a white figure in a light-blue tank-top steps out, offering vague health advice. Jennifer smiled briefly at it. She might not have looked it now, but when she was in her early twenties she had been a fitness trainer, although eventually she had stopped and lost the strict regimen of fitness that she once had. She wished she had kept that passion a bit longer; perhaps she’d be a bit healthier in her old age. But enough of that, she decided, better get on with this.

Her first pose was awkward, stumbling and realising just how long she had been out of it, although she persevered, some audible cracking from her back as she completed a half-moon pose, moving onto the second pose. It was just as painful, although as she went through the session, she found it getting gradually easier and easier, her flexibility seeming to increase. She started up another session, starting to enjoy herself, unaware of just why she was getting better at it.

As she began to pose again, her skin’s wrinkles began to smooth out, losing liver spots and excess hair that had built up over the years, her muscles firming up as she regained her lost flexibility. Her drooping abdomen began to retreat, her rapidly smoothing belly gaining a toned edge as a healthy toned tan spread across her skin. She began to grow slightly taller, her back straightening as she began to stand straighter, gaining a couple of inches of height.

Her rough arms grew slender, her thighs toning as she pulled off a difficult stretch, her sagging breasts perking up. Her waist grew slimmer as she gained a noticeable curve at her hips, her ass becoming firm and tight. Up top, her face shed its fat rapidly, her cheeks rising and thinning as she breathed in deeply, her nose shrinking as her eyesight grew clearer, her brow’s wrinkles fading out of existence.

Her lips grew thinner as a smile went across them, realising how much she had missed this. Finally, her thin grey hair began to grow thicker, her visible scalp quickly becoming invisible through darkening locks that fell past her shoulders, before being pulled together by an invisible force, a band forming and tying it together into a perfect ponytail. Where an old woman stood, a much younger one stepped off the Balance Board, looking at her result, and grinning at a nearly perfect result.

“Your Fit Age is… 23!” The screen proclaimed, giant blocky numbers behind a celebrating Mii as Jenny appraised it. Well, not bad, she thought, but I’m never going to get a proper workout with this thing. I should hit the gym.

She turned the console off as she searched for her shoes. She needed to pick up some new clothes on the way, too. She was dressed like she was an old woman for some reason, and she couldn’t find her running shoes anywhere…