Lana Thompson stood behind the building at just past 9, just like she had been told. “This dude better show up…last time I let Sky talk me into skeevy business like this.

Ayers Hall was well lit and right across from the Student Center so Lana didn’t feel unsafe; just like she was about to get ripped off.

“Hey…you Lana?” a guy in baggy jeans, a Rolling Stones Tee and a blue flannel shirt asked as he walked up.

“Yeah…you David?” she asked.

“One and the same” he chuckled reaching for his back pocket.

“Do you have it?” Lana asked.

“I do…you have the $300 bucks” David countered.

Lana pulled a wad of bills out of pocket and held them up and David smiled.

Lana was 19 with a 21 year old boyfriend. She needed a fake I.D. to get into bars and clubs with him and the rest of her friends who were all legal age. She hadn’t told her boyfriend Rob yet she was doing this; she wanted to surprise him.

Lana was dressed for the club in black ankle boots, a super tight black mini skirt and a bright blue halter top. Her long blonde hair was pulled up into a high ponytail; Ariana Grande style and her heavy makeup was put on with the purpose of making her look older to the bouncer.

“This had better work…I mean, if I can’t get past the front door, I want my money back” Lana said.

“I guarantee this will work” David smiled “All my I.D.s work”

“Whatever just give it to me” Lana said holding the money out.

David took the bills and handed over a small laminated card that said “State of Oregon Driver’s License”

Lana grabbed it eagerly out of his hand smiling. That smile quickly faded and turned to anger “What the fuck is this shit?!”

“It’s a foolproof I.D. to get you into any and every club” David smirked.

“You fucking dick! This looks nothing like me…what the fuck…give me back my money!” Lana lunged forward but David spun to the side and blocked her while holding his arm out to length.

“No…I told you it’ll work and it will. If…and only if you get turned away from the door would you get your money back. If they let you in…all sales are final” David replied.

“UH!” Lana exclaimed and stomped her foot “You’re ripping me off! I knew it!”

“No I’m not…I guarantee my work. This will work” David said.

“This looks nothing like me! This is some old woman with short brown hair!” Lana scanned the vitals and laughed sarcastically “Really…you’re shitting me”

David just smirked and shrugged his shoulders as Lana read off in a sarcastic voice “Moira Languth…nice name dickface”

David just shook his head as she continued. “Height…5’8”…I’m 5’3” jerk. Weight 150lbs…I weigh 110 thank you very much. Hair Brown eyes Brown…” She tugged at her blonde hair and pointed at her blue eyes “You fucking dumbass…this is my favorite part…” Lana put her finger up and read “Date of Birth November 2^nd…1976.”

“You asked for an I.D. that made you legal age and I provided one” David said.

Lana got up into his face “You gave me the ID of a 42 year old woman who looks nothing like me! Anyone who looks at this and looks at me is going to laugh in my face!”

“No they won’t. I guarantee it will work and all sales are final” David said.

Lana shook her head furious “Fine. I’ll take this to a bar tonight and record the reaction on my phone and when you see me get tossed out, I’ll get my money back”

David looked her in the eye “Deal. You get tossed out, I’ll give you your money back but if you don’t; well it’s like I said…all sales are final”

Lana stuck her hand out and David took it and shook. “See you in about an hour…so don’t go spending my money”

“Whatever” David murmured as Lana stomped off in a huff of heavy clomping steps.

“Seriously…I’m such a fool” Lana said to herself as she walked off mad. “But I’ll show him!”

She went back to her apartment which was only a street away to touch up her makeup and then started walking to the nightclub where Rob and her friends were going to tonight.

She took in a long breath through her nose trying to calm down but it wasn’t working. Inside her boots, her heels began to thicken.

Lana’s feet were losing their softness. Her heels became harder and the skin thicker. Her feet widened and as she walked she felt her boots tighten. Her toes grew slightly longer as well and the nails grew with them. Her toes, painted a bright pink, changed shape, size, and nail color as the pink darkened to purple.

“This is so stupid” Lana repeated to herself as she adjusted her high ponytail, tightening up the hair tie even as her hair began to darken and shrink inward.

As Lana continued on; her legs began to change. Spots and marks appeared on her skin even as the skin began to loosen. Her claves thicken and bumps appeared on them. Her thighs plumped, the insides came together as cellulite formed up on the back.

Her legs lengthened as she stepped purposefully toward the club but as inches were gained, so were pounds.

Lana’s tight black skirt grew tighter and tighter and she squirmed against it but didn’t stop; she was on a mission now. Her thighs rubbed as her hips spread outward and her ass grew larger.

A muffin top popped out. Lana’s stomach softened and spread and she bulged over the top of her skirt and as she continued to grow taller, the bottom of her bright blue halter top rose up exposing her soft belly to the world.

Now 5’8”, she paused and tugged on all her clothes “Stupid cheap ass shit!” she huffed and picked up her pace.

Lana’s arms plumped up next. Her upper arms thickened and the same skin flaws appeared there too.

She swung her arms and her hands began to change. Her fingers thickened, veins appeared on the backs of her hands as her skin toughened with age and her nails shrank back. It was no longer practical for a woman in her late 30’s to have long, bright pink painted fingernails. The polish vanished as her hands pumped in her walk.

Lana huffed out a breath “Damn…how fast have I been walking…I’m getting worn out” she thought and slowed her pace a bit.

Lana’s breasts began to sag. She wasn’t wearing a bra; she really didn’t need to; her breasts were a pert and perky 34B and she liked to tease. Now though, they began to droop as they filled out heavier.

Lana felt her breasts bounce and sway against her chest, flopping almost in their pendulous motion. “What the fuck is going on here? Nothing is fitting, everything is tight! Ugh!”

Lana felt her ponytail getting loose again “Fuck it” she mumbled and took the hair tie out letting her hair drop. She ran her fingers through it quickly “I’ll fix it when I get to a mirror” and her hair fell down to just above her shoulders in a short brown bob. A few gray hairs intertwined as her hair styled itself out.

Lana’s face now began to mature. The skin along her neck and chin loosened as her lips thinned. Her heavy lipstick no longer matched up and instead looked garish.

Her cheeks drooped and lines began to etch in around her eyes and mouth. Her nose grew larger and her eyes spread out a bit further all the while they weakened and turned from blue to brown.

She saw the bright lights of the club as she turned the corner and marched up to the huge bouncer at the door.

Lana registered a skeptical look on the bouncer’s face as he asked “Can I help you?”

She grabbed her I.D. and her phone, raised her eyebrows and waited for his laugh and his denial.

The bouncer didn’t even look at the I.D. He just chuckled and gave a funny, confused look “Go on in Ma’am” he laughed.

The line up at the door was giving her funny looks as well. People were either staring or looking away and she could hear groans and quiet “Oh My God’s” between giggles.

Once inside, the music was so loud to her she instinctively put her hands up to her ears as she scanned the room for Rob.

She could tell eyes were on her as people danced and carried drinks around her. She was starting to sweat; she felt hot and flushed and was about to go to the bathroom when she finally spotted Rob “Just wait until I see the look of surprise on his face that I got in here!” she told herself as she made her way across the room.

“Rob!” she yelled out.

Rob turned and his smile faded “Hi”

“Surprise!” Lana said bopping up and down.

His polite look turned to confusion “I’m sorry?”

“Haha…this isn’t the time for jokes honey…aren’t you happy to see me?!” Lana asked.

Rob shifted in his seat “Um…I’m sorry but I don’t think we’ve met”

She slapped his arm playfully “You’re so funny honey!” and she leaned in to kiss him.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa lady!” Rob jerked back and away “Who are you?!”

Lana stopped dead “It’s me. Lana. Your girlfriend”

“HAHA! Who put you up to this? Was it Lana or was it Greg? Rob said “I get it…funny joke…date the kid so they send you in…I’m going to get Greg back for this one”

Lana grabbed Rob by the arm “What are you talking about? You’re acting weird Rob. Stop joking with me!”

“Ok lady the joke’s over…no need to get all clingy and weird on me. Seriously…you could never pass for my girlfriend which is why they obviously hired you but come on…let the joke die, go get your 20 bucks from whatever friend of mine put you up to this and have a nice night”

Rob walked away smiling “Nice touch though getting you to wear her clothes…very nice detail”

Lana stood there dumbfounded “What…what just happened?”

She found the strength to move and headed to the women’s restroom, her heart was pounding and she was afraid deep down for some reason.

Lana stepped in front of the mirror and screamed.

Across town in a small house that she lived in by herself, Moira Languth felt a chill run up her spine as she ate her dinner.

It was take out like always...service for one. She was bringing a fork full of Chinese up to her mouth when her hand suddenly twitched and she dropped it to the table.

Moira saw that her hand was shaking and by the time she was finally able to settle it, her jaw dropped.

Moira’s right hand was shrinking. A slight pulsation was tightening up the skin and the veins on the backs of her hands were disappearing. Her nails were also growing out longer on the ends of thinner fingers. Her fingernails soon coated over in pink polish.

“What the fuck?” Moira said to herself as her stomach dropped to the floor and her heart took off inside her chest.

Her left hand was changing to match the right and her arms were trimming and smoothing out as well “What the fuck?!” she repeated as she got up from her table, stumbling backwards.

As she staggered her way through the room, her feet began to shrink down. They narrowed and the skin smoothed out there as well. Her toes shrank down smaller and her nails went with them before they too were coated in the same shade of bright pink as her fingers.

“I’ve got to…” Moira said making her way through her living room and heading to the mirror in her bedroom. Her legs trimmed as she made her way through. Her claves tightened up so much they bounced when she stepped. Her thighs trimmed and toned, her inner thighs came apart completely in youthful splendor as her hips narrowed and her ass firmed up.

Moira’s heart was pounding in her head as she bumped into the ottoman and stubbed her toe. “Ow Shit!” she yelled pausing on her journey as her stomach sucked in and turned into a flat toned midriff. Her breasts lifted up defying gravity with their pert perkiness sticking straight out without the aid of a bra.

As she turned for the hallway, her brown hair began to grow and lighten from brown to blonde. It passed over her shoulders and continued growing halfway down her back.

Her skin tightened and became flawless and moisturized, wrinkles and blemishes vanished and all lines around her eyes and mouth disappeared.

Her lips plumped, her cheeks rose up, her nose shrank and her eyes came in closer set as they changed from brown to blue.

Moira swung the door shut and gasped at the reflection in the mirror.

As Moira stared at the youthful reflection, her phone went off. It was a number she had just added into her phone and had labeled as only ‘D’

A message appeared ‘I have your new I.D. meet me at Ayers Hall at the University to pick it up’

Moira smiled.