Jill had given up on her hair for now, and moved on to trying to improve her boyish figure. She looked down at the gun and noticed separate options for legs, hips, waist and breasts. Those ought to be enough to get her looking like a star if she chose the right people to steal from.
She remembered that the woman working at the bakery where she’d bought her breakfast muffin earlier had tiniest waist Jill had ever seen on an adult and decided to start with her. She moved to the opposite side of her table and watched the woman at work, bustling around getting buns and loaves of bread ready for people. Jill switched the gun over to Waist, waited until the woman stopped moving long enough to give a customer their change and fired.
This time the sensation wasn’t nearly as pleasurable as the hair growth had been, but it wasn’t painful either. It felt as though her midriff was being squeezed by an invisible hand. She let go of the trigger when she attained the slightest hourglass figure. Her chest was still flat and her hips were still narrow, but her waist was just thin enough to give her a shape. She looked over at the woman she had targeted to see that she still had an hourglass figure, but it wasn’t nearly as pronounced as before.