While I was focused on the couple in the bushes, the jogger had made a lap of the park and was coming back around. Her clothes fit her short 5'4" frame tightly, and appeared to be designed to draw all focus to her. Her shirt appeared to be hand-made out of several different brightly-colored fabrics, and had all sorts of things attatched to it. One shoulder had a bunch of popcan lids sewn on while the other had a large number of buttons, none of which the same. There were streamers of fabric coming from the sleeves of the shirt, some of them grtting tangled up in the headphone cable coming from her arm-mounted MP3 player. Her shorts were a pair of biker shorts in day-glo yellow and orange with more homemade fabric streamers. She also had a white and blue fanny pack that flopped around as she jogged like it was heavily weighted.
Her eyes alternated between open and shut as she bobbed her head to the music, her dreadlocks bouncing around and sweat dripping down her face.
She looked like some kind of costume designer's nightmare, or more likely a hippie. For a jogger, though, it seemed like she was dressed rather flamboyantly. I thought it was a bit overkill, and maybe this power could help her out.
"That jogger doesn't need such a garish shirt," I thought to myself. I was expecting her shirt to change into something a bit more plain, but something else happened.
As she jogged around the park, her hands started to get smaller and smaller until her arms ended in nubs. At the same time, her torso was getting shorter snd shorter, and her arms were shrinking down into nothing. Her shirt was shrinking with these changes, and soon it vanished into nothing as it became completely irrelevant.
The power had just removed the jogger's arms, torso, snd breasts; the jogger was just a pair of legs and a head. The MP3 player that used to be wrapped around her arm was now wrapped around her leg, and she was still wearing the same bike shorts with fabric streamers. She continued jogging without breaking stride and bobbing her head to the rhythm of her music, she was just much shorter - she literally only came up to my waist.
This change was not expected. Where I thought thr power would just change her shirt, it ended up changing nearly all of her. I clearly need to carefully word my thoughts to prevent unexpected changes in the future. The power did seem to make it so people were oblivious or used to thr changes, so maybe it wasn't too bad.
As the jogger continued around the park closer to me, I turned to leave the park to avoid her.
"Excuse me!" a voice called behind me. I turned around to see who it was, hoping it was not the jogger. "Could you give me a hand with this drinking fountain?" It was the jogger.
The jogger was standing next to a concrete drinking fountain with a metal button that was flush with the side. There was clearly nothing she could do to press it.
"Sure," I agreed and walked over to help her. I kneeled down and pushed the button on the lower fountain while she stood on her tip-toes to drink from it.
"Thanks," she said when she was finished, "these older fountains were not made for people like me."
Her comment made me wonder just how far the power reached - how much of her life was changed to make her feel like being a head and legs is normal? I suppose I could ask her.