Grid girl

"Okay, I'm ready"

Carole finally came out from the dressing room in her grid girl outfit.

"You know you really have to be my favorite nephew, huh?"

Carole's nephew, Franck, was participating in amateur car races. In his group, the tradition was to take each his turn a grid girl. Finding the most beautiful allowed them to brag to the rest. Franck immediately thought to his great aunt who had revealed to him a few months ago his talents of age-shifter.

"Thank you, auntie. It makes me weird to tell you that but you are the most beautiful girl I know, the others will not come back!"