Willow could tell Jenna was having trouble making up her mind, so she decided to make the next call. "Let's go find me new clo... err, new outfit."
Jenna nodded and pocketed the phone. They moved through the store and began sifting through racks of clothing. Willow was inexperienced at women's fashion, so Jenna had to make sure she was picking clothes that matched well and fit her new sizes. Once they had a few things picked out, Willow slung everything over her arms and split from Jenna. "I'm trying th... this stuff on."
She had gone a little ways before she stopped and realized that she was totally unfamiliar with this part of the store. She had shopped here a few times as Will, in the men's section, but she didn't know where the changing rooms in this section were.
She looked back to find Jenna, but she was out of sight. There was a store employee nearby, though, folding some pants and placing them back in their cubbies.
"Excuse me," Willow said to her. The employee looked up and smiled.
"Yes? Can I help you find anything?" she asked.
"I'm little lost. Could you please show me where changing rooms are?" Willow tried not to wince as she heard herself speak. She had already forgotten she was forced to follow the "no 'a' or 'the'" rule. I must sound so dumb, she thought.
The woman didn't seem fazed at all, fortunately. "Sure thing!" She led Willow through a couple of racks and pointed to a clearly marked doorway that was obscured from view where Willow had been standing before.
Willow got into the changing room and undressed down to her underwear. The sight of her feminine body caught her off-guard. It was still very new to her, having only been changed for a few hours. She cupped her supple breasts, feeling the sensation of her fingers through the bra, and the weight of them on her chest.
"Okay, enough feeling myself up," she muttered to herself. "Got to get move on."
Meanwhile, elsewhere in the store, Jenna was sitting on a bench and tapping her chin, looking at her phone. Just as Willow had been walking away and telling Jenna what she was doing, Jenna had targeted her with the app. The sentence now displayed on her phone was the same one that had popped up those minutes ago.
"Willow currently communicates in the present continuous tense."
Jenna had to look up on her browser what that specific tense meant. It told her the present continuous generally used "is/am/are" with a verb ending in "ing." This wasn't much to work with, but she started to form an idea.
"This should really throw her," Jenna muttered gleefully to herself as she replaced "currently" with "always."
She hit Confirm and then generated a new sentence. Fortunately, proximity or line-of-sight to Willow didn't seem to matter as long as she was the last person targeted.
"The Caucasian woman with straight blond hair currently fondles her natural 36c-sized breasts in the changing room."
"Oh, Willow," Jenna snickered. She roamed her finger over a few words before making her choice. She changed "straight" to "voluminous."
Back in the changing room, one of the two transformations made itself immediately obvious. Willow had just thrown on her first new shirt, an all-black number with a plunging V-neck and long sleeves, when her hair suddenly fell in her face. She parted the curtain with her fingers and looked in the mirror. She gasped when she discovered that she now had three times the amount of hair growing from her head. It was barely any longer--still ending around her shoulder blades--but it now had an impressive amount of body and bounce. She could barely keep most of it contained behind her ears and shoulders. A few thick locks insisted on coming loose and falling down either side of her face. It made seeing to her far left and right impossible.
"Weird," she said, peering at her reflection. She looked prettier like this, she had to admit. "Not bad, though. Thanks, Jenna." She grinned and tilted her head, admiring the way her golden tresses thickly slid to the side and bounced against one another.
She slicked a hand through her hair and returned to her business. She tried on all of her items in turn and, once she picked the ones she liked, she exited the room wearing the new items, going in search of Jenna.
The first person she passed, though, was the woman from before. She was still organizing the women's pants. She looked up and smiled, not seeming to have noticed the alteration to Willow's hairstyle. "Found it okay?"
Willow smiled sheepishly, brushing a lock behind her hear. "Yeah. I'm finding it. Uh... thanks for your help." She knew right away that her first sentence hadn't come out the way she intended. She furrowed her brow.
"If you need anything else, just ask."
"I'm doing that. I mean, I'm... going to do that, if I'm needing to. Thanks again. Uh, bye!" Willow turned away before the woman could respond and walked hurriedly through the racks. She could feel her face burning. "What is Jenna doing to me now?" she muttered under her breath.