“The shoe store is mainly for farmers.”
“Okay.... let’s make it more appropriate for a mall...” he muttered as he typed. "The area around here is pretty rich, so maybe this will work." He thought as he began to delete a word.
Unbeknownst to him, he slide just far enough into the store for him to register as one of the inhabitants of the shop to be transformed. Jason the selected the word "farmers" changing to into "Upper-class" slightly cheating with the hyphen. He laughed, hit enter, then looked up to examine the results. Disappointingly, nothing had changed!
Behind the register was a bratty looking valley girl with platinum blonde hair and a bright pink outfit under a fancy vest which marked employees of the store. In front of her on the other side of the register was an older, distinguished gray gal. She looked to be in her 60s, though through her confidence and fashion sense could have been mistaken for 50s to 40s. Her pixie cut and gray shining coat helped elevate this identity as she placed a pair of gorgeous red boots onto the counter.
Behind her in line, though seemingly unrelated, were two more high class people. One was a middle aged woman, about 30 something, wearing a short dress and high heels. Beside her was obviously her identical twin. Both had long, brunette hair, and pristine smiles, along with matching clothes all around. They also had large breasts which showed far too much cleavage for any woman. The only difference was one wore red while the other wore blue.
Heading for the back was a 40's something black woman, also wearing the employee vest. She had long braids to her bubble butt and also wore high heels, possibly to model some fo the items in the shop. The aisles were lined with high end fashion items, boots, heels, flats, everything a girl could dream of. Jenna should know, as she frequented it often.
"Why didn't the store change?" She muttered to herself aloud. "Did I accidentally change someone!?" She wondered.
Jenna glanced around, but nobody seemed different that she could tell. She looked down to make sure she was fine. Her breasts were still amazing, being hung well in her expensive satin bra and purple blouse. She felt her ass as well, and was relieved to see it didn't seem to be sagging. At 45, she had to check on these things often.
She opened her phone's camera to do a final check. Her strawberry blonde hair was curled to perfection as it ran down her back. Her makeup was on point, and her jewelry matched well from her diamond necklace to her earrings. Everything seemed to be fine... so why did she feel as if something was horribly wrong?
"Hmm, I swear I was about to change the store... but why didn't I? Why would I even try to change my favorite shoe place?" She whispered to herself, attempting to make sense of it all. That's when her train of thought was quickly derailed. She nearly jumped as the ring to her phone startled her.
"Oh, it's ________ ." She remarked, checking the caller ID. "I wonder what they want." She thought before answering.