Cindy quickly deleted the 1 from the 10 and replaced it with a 4, and giggled to herself. He mother would be annoyed if she knew that she was messing with other people's things, but she didn't care. She started thinking about what else to mess with, unaware that she was Bout to change. As she thought about maybe changing "do" to "eat" to mess with it more, she suddenly began to wonder why the room around her seemed smaller.
She shifted jeans, having to tug on them more and more as her ass finished expanding tremendously. She looked down, her jaw dropping as she watched her chest expand. She could feel wrinkles form on her face as her hair grew out and her clothes continued to morph around her. She suddenly had a mild headache, and suddenly found herself able to process the situation better internally.
"My god, I... I'm Mom's age." She thought to herself. "This is extraordinary! How... how do I know such extensive vocabulary? Am I smarter now?"
She turned around as she felt the last shifts finish, and her eyes felt like they were about to leap out of her head. Staring back at her in the mirror was not herself as she knew her, but an older woman that looked a little like her own mother. She only had a moment or two to look before her mother suddenly walked out of her stall.
"What's the matter Cindy, you scared of that witch in the mirror?" She asked with a chuckle.
"Hu... huh?" Cindy sputtered, surprised her mom wasn't freaking out."
"Oh come on sis, teasing you isn't fun if you're not gonna freak out." Rebecca laughed.
"Sis..." Cindy repeated.
"Yeah?" Rebecca awkwardly questioned, thinking Cindy was trying to ask her something? "Cindy are you feeling ok? I know you're older than me but not old enough to be senile!"
"Oh, um... nothing! Nothing it's fine! I'm fine..." Cindy lied.
"Alright then." Rebecca said clearly not fully buying it. "Well, I'll go back to the table to see if our drinks are out yet. just gimme a shout if you need me."
"Sure." She said surprised.
"Holy shit." She thought, not even realizing she now knew how to curse. "I'm older than Mom, but she thinks it's normal..." Suddenly, an idea struck her as she dug through the purse that had appeared on her shoulder. Inside she found a wallet and she almost couldn't believe it. It said her name was Cindy Jones instead of Cindy McCoy, and it said her age was 40."
"Oh my god. The app." She mumbled under her breath, slowly looking back at the app. "This is, incredible..."