"A fit, 21 year old girl is contemplating her memories as she uses the treadmill."
Quite obviously a sentence about her, she wondered if she should use the app on herself. She remembered how she changed the shoe store into a woman's high heel store, and how no one in the store realized anything different, so would she notice anything if she changed herself.
"Like.... I did feel all weird before. But, I would totally know if I changed myself... right?" She thought to herself in-between huffs as she kept up a solid pace on the treadmill.
She decided she may as well try to change herself, just to make sure.
"Okay, sooooo, I'll go for one that is totally obvious and stuff." She thought with a smile.
She selected 21, changing it to 33, the same age as her mother. She cringed a little at the idea of being old, but if she really wanted to see if she'd remember then she'd have to make it big. She hit enter and waited for the change.
As she jogged along the treadmill, Jennifer began to feel completely exhausted. She looked at the speed and realized just how fast she had been going.
"Yowza, I don't want to be going that fast! I'm not 18 anymore." She joked to herself.
As she lowered the speed, she took the extra time to check herself over in her phone's camera. Her makeup was on point, despite the sweat that was beginning to cover her face. Her blonde hair which was tied in a tight bun showed a little bit of gray, but nothing she couldn't dye when she got home. Her complexion was wonderful, her F-cups still large and perky, her ass firmly rotund in her hip yoga pants.
"You're killing it Jen, you may be older than others here, but you're still a knockout." She thought, panting as she finished up her quicker routine.
Jen glanced down at the phone, suddenly feeling odd again. Some small part of her was telling her something was wrong, but she couldn't place where it was or what it was.
"Wait... didn't I?" She thought, trying to mull through her brain. "Did I like, change myself yet or was I going to-" She slowly worked through until someone interrupted her train of thought.
"Oh, hey Ms. Harper!" A husky voice called from across the room.
Jen's thoughts fully derailed upon turning to see who had called her. Walking over was 22 year old Brett Schmidt. Brett was gorgeous. He was a 6 foot 1, brunette with deep blue eyes and was all muscle. He frequented the gym at the mall, and Jenna always kept an eye out for him. She felt like a bit of a MILF pining over him, but how could she NOT.
Jenna tried not to stare at his pecks, but didn't hide how she bit her lip as he approached.
"Hey Brett! And please I told you, call me Jen." She chuckled.
"H-ha, sure!" He said awkwardly shrugging. He turned to look over his shoulder, then waved at someone. Jen tried to peak around him but failed before he faced her again. "Anyway Ms. Harper, I'd like you to meet my girlfriend, Tina."
Jenna tried her best to hold back a startled yell as a younger girl walked up beside Brett. She gave him a kiss on the cheek before turning to face Jen. She was a little chubby redhead, no older than Brett. She had breasts sure, but not nearly s good as Jen's! Her ass was large but probably from her added weight, freckles all over, frizzy hair, and no makeup even on! She was only dressed in a tank top and sweats for crying out loud and Brett chose HER over Jen?!
"Tina this is Ms. Harper, she's an old friend of my Mom's" Brett explained.
Jen was fuming about all this in her mind, especially the 'old' comment, but kept up her fake smile.
"Oh it's a pleasure to meet you." Jen forced. "I haven't seen you around here often... newcomer?" She asked.
"Oh yeah..." Tina giggled nervously. "I met Brett at our University a few months back. We struck it up pretty quickly all things considered." She laughed before looking somehow paler. "Oh gosh, you meant the gym!" She sighed. "I'm sorry I'm such a ditz."
"That's okay babe!" Brett laughed, hugging her gently in support.
"Ugh, I'm gonna gag." Jen thought, giving a quick eye roll.
"Y-yeah, I've always been kinda self conscious about my weight, so Brett offered to take me to his gym and help out." She beamed.
"Wow, Brett is such a... KIND man isn't he." Jen continued her forced nice act.
"He sure is... anyway, he was just showing me to the elliptical, we should be going! Sorry to bother you, it was so nice to meet you Ms. Harper!" Tina smiled with a wave as she walked away.
"You too... Tina." Jen smiled back, though internally she was enraged.
While she watched the two walk off, Jen's mind raced.
"How dare that fat hussy steal MY Brett." She was about to through a fit on facebook, but that's when she suddenly remember the power she now held in her hands. Completely forgetting her previous concerns regarding awareness on the self, she remembered just how easily reality could be altered.
"Oh, we'll see who Brett will pick now you dumb cow." She muttered to herself.
Jen quickly pulled out the phone, and looked over on the screen where Tina and Brett had walked. She selected the closest icon, not even wondering which college student she had selected.
"A caucasian college student is working out."
"Hmm, that could work." She thought. "Now... should I, like, make her not his type with a race mixup? Or, maybe I could just make her not a student? Hmm, options options."
Jen wondered for a few more moments, then decided exactly what she wanted to try. She selected a word, then altered it, unaware of whether or not she may have just altered Brett instead, or possibly the entire location.