"Why don't I give it try?" Willow asked. Jenna gave her a skeptical look and reflexively held the phone closer to her chest. Willow realized why and put on a soft smile. "I promise I won't change you like I did yesterday."
Jenna thought about it for a few seconds, but finally relinquished the phone. She did, however, glance over Willow's shoulder to see whether she was being true to her word.
Willow looked around and saw a nearby customer examining some jewelry. She was a tall, lanky white woman with large, obviously fake breasts stuffed into a babydoll shirt. Her black hair was worn in a thick, waist-length ponytail.
The app, now trained on her, read "The black-haired customer thinks about having her lips enlarged to match her recent breast augmentation."
Willow changed "breast" to "ass" and activated the app. Jenna giggled behind her. They both watched as the woman's chest rapidly deflated into a natural B-cup. Simultaneously, her rear end shot outward under the loose pleats of the babydoll shirt. The sheer volume that was added beneath the skirtlike bottom threatened to push its hem up to within a half-inch of exposing her new ass cheeks.
Willow put her hand over her mouth and turned to Jenna, unable to stop herself from giggling. Jenna was also covering her mouth, and her eyes were wide in a "You seriously did that?" look. She glanced past Willow to the newly changed customer and saw that they'd gotten her attention.
The tall woman sauntered over to them, her high heels click-clacking on the tile floor. "You laugh, but you wish you had this." She said defiantly, and slid a hand over her own butt as she strutted past them and moved toward the women's skirts.
Jenna lightly punched Willow.
"Hey! What was that for?"
"Be careful not to get anyone pissed off at us!" Jenna said in an urgently hushed whisper.
"Fine, okay. That was just dry run." She pulled a lock of hair behind her ear and targeted a customer who was much further away. There was a Black couple flirting in the hosiery aisle. The woman looked to be mid-twenties and heavily pregnant, wearing a long and baggy shirt. The man seemed in his early thirties, with short curly hair that was buzzed in rows on the sides. He had his hands on his partner's distended belly and smiling at her like he won the lottery. The woman didn't seem nearly as enthused about him, either what he was doing or whatever he was saying to her, which the girls couldn't hear.
The app's new sentence generated as "The expecting husband is telling his wife that he can't wait until she gives birth to their baby."
Willow bit her lip in thought. Then she grinned wickedly. "How far can this thing bend reality?" she asked Jenna.
Jenna shrugged. "It hasn't seemed to have a limit so far."
Willow carefully deleted a single letter: an "s". The app now read "The expecting husband is telling his wife that he can't wait until he gives birth to their baby."
She pressed the button and then looked across the store at the couple. Where the woman was wearing very loose-fitting clothes before, she now had a regular tee-shirt and dark jeans, and showed no signs of pregnancy. Her husband, meanwhile, was now clad in an XXL shirt that still didn't fully cover his very large and round belly. His belly button was poking out just below the bottom of the shirt, and it was clearly an outie. His hips had widened to carry the extra load. His wife roamed her hands over his pregnant belly and the two of them were smiling into each others' eyes.
"Woah. The fuck," Jenna gasped.
"Heck of role reversal, huh?" Willow said proudly. She surrendered Jenna's phone back to her. "Here. I've had enough fun for now."
Jenna was surprised that she gave it back so quickly and without being asked. "Oh. Okay." Caught off-guard, she looked down at her phone and wondered what to do next.