Some maturity for Sammy

Sammy looked at her mother and all of the little changes that added up to a woman who only looked sort of like her mother. Eliza smiled and ran her fingers through Sammy's hair as it began to change a darken to black. "What's happening mom?" Sammy said as the dark hair gained volume and smooth styling. Her face gained makeup and she begin to age. "Mom...I don't think I like it."