Unfortunately, Jen had spoken just a little bit too soon. In her haste to join the new and improved family
she had so carefully molded out of the drab clay that was her old one, she had made her first mistake of the
evening. (Well, first, that is, since accidentally zapping herself into the blossoming teen beauty she currently
was. ) Not wanting to arouse suspicion about the strange device she currently possessed Jen had, wisely, hidden
it from view. Not so wisely, she had placed it in her back pocket, where it sat, idle but still active, just
waiting for the right (or wrong) input.
Jen first noticed it just after she finished passing the gravy to her sister across the table. She had
lifted partially up off her seat to do so, and when she went to resettle herself she leaned a bit further back
than she meant to, pressing down hard on the remote in her back pocket. Feeling a quick jolt, like a static
shock, Jen jumped a bit. Feeling nothing after a second, and noting the looks she was getting, Jen sat back
down, more carefully this time. But as dinner wound on and she became more engaged in the conversation, her
discipline lapsed and she forgot all about the remote. As she talked she fidgeted this way and that, not
realizing the danger she was in.
And it was her who was in danger, as thanks to her second mistake, she had landed herself square in the cross-hairs. By ill fate, Jen had happened to be looking at her own profile just before dinner, and as she had neglected to close it, it was still active, ready to absorb whatever errant changes that would result from Jen's careless button butt-dialing...