John pointed the phone at his brother and generated another sentence: "This girly boy would much rather stay at home."
A thought struck John, and he changed "boy" to "girl". His brother, now sister, was now leaned up against the window. She hadn't changed much, but her reflection was much more feminine than before. Her hips also swelled outward more than earlier, and she was now wearing a skirt along with her halter top.
"Fartface is staring out the window."
As amusing as it was, John didn't want a sister called "Fartface," so he changed it to "Candi." Nothing changed outwardly, so he decided to pick another target, like his mother. His mother was sleeping in the front seat. He generated a sentence, which read: "This woman is sleeping."
He changed "Woman" with "Futanari", and generated another sentence, which read: "This Futanari isn't very attractive" A quick exchange changed that "isn't" to "is", and he applied the changes.
His mother's hair turned golden blond and came down in waves. Even from his spot behind her, he could see her conservative blouse and jacket had transformed into a tube top, which revealed a lot of cleavage and underboob from her massively expanded breasts. Her skin had tanned too, and the nails on her hand had become painted. There was so much hair, it was covering Candi's feet, and even reached John's.
He selected his father, and generated a sentence: "This man is driving a sedan"
Once again changing "Man" to "Futanari", John's feet were now covered in wavy red hair. Looking up, he saw that his father had transformed into a colour shifted version of his mother- her hair was bright red, instead of her wife's golden blonde, and her skin was pale. Her outfit was green, as opposed to her wife's blue. She looked at them. "Anyone feeling hungry?" she asked in a seductive, irish tone. John noted her emerald green eyes.
John's sister stopped poking his side and raised her hand. "Me!" John and Candi both agreed too.
"Well, alright then," she said, looking back at the road. She reached over and pat her wife on the shoulder. "Hey babe, wake up."
"Mhhhhhh, but, I, like, totes don't wanna..." she whined, her accent extremely reminiscent of a beach babe.
"Well, the kids are hungry," John's father(?) pointed out. His mother groaned, but she did get up. She turned, revealing a face that could make a supermodel green with envy. Her eyes were a deep blue.
"Oh, so, ya'll are, like, totes hungry?" she asked. "Okey-dokes, what, like, do you kids want for, like, lunch?"
All three children give their orders, and the mother turns around. John, meanwhile, has already generated another sentence. "Three siblings sit in the back of a car."
He changed "Siblings" with "Triplets" and hit submit. His eyesight shot upwards, and he felt a sucking force on his privates. Examining both of his siblings, he sees that he (now she) has transformed into an identical copy of Candi, as has her sister. A notification pops up on her phone- now in a pink case- about the App.
"Would you like to lock this phrase? Locking this phrase means that it'll always apply. For example, locking a sentence that establishes two people as twins will mean that any change to one will affect the other, keeping them twins."
She locks this phrase as her father parks the car in the parking lot of a diner.