Talia hadn’t changed herself at all since she gave herself a massive rack. She decided to remedy that. She generated a new sentence on the app.
“Talia is the waitress of a birthday party.” Great. She was expected to wait on a birthday party? That sounded like hell. Hell she wanted to get out of. After flirting a bit with different options, she changed “waitress” to “star”. The world spun around her.
Suddenly, she was in a sparkly pink dress, surrounded by a bunch of kids. Maybe the birthday party would be more tolerable if she was the focus of it?
No, Talia quickly discovered, the birthday party was even worse. She couldn’t sneak away from the screaming kids. She couldn’t even go to the bathroom without an adult escorting her. Desperate, she sneakily took out her phone and generated a new sentence on the app.
“Talia hates her 8th birthday party.” She selected “8th”, intending on changing it to an adult age, but before she could do anything else, the phone was ripped from her hands.
“Talia, where did you get that?” asked one of the chaperones. Talia shrugged.
“My parents,” she said. The chaperone frowned.
“Unlikely. I’ll put it away for safekeeping until your parents get here. You’ll get it back if you’re telling the truth.” Talia’s heart sunk. It sunk even further as she watched the chaperone’s finger slide across the screen. She closed her eyes, terrified of what age the app was going to make her.
When she opened her eyes, she was…