Oliver spots someone she knows sitting on a nearby bench. A 14 year old neighbor Oliver used to babysit when she was younger. With her help Oliver could at least get back into the apartment complex without issue. She makes sure the coast is clear before darting over.
"Kimberly I need your help!"
The girl looks up from her phone and her face scrunched in confusion at Oliver. She stands up, Oliver is disconcerted to see that even though the girl was no taller than 5 ft she still towered over her, and the crouches down to Oliver's level.
Kimberly rapidly fires off a series of questions, "Who are you? How do you know me? Where's your mommy? Why aren't you dressed?"
"Ok this is going to sound silly, but I'm your neighbor Oliver." Kimberly laughs at the statement but Oliver presses on with a few stories from when Kimberly was younger.
"Whoa ok this is crazy. There's no way a grown man could turn into a little girl," she pauses and Oliver expects the worst, "but there's no way a little girl could remember all that. So, I guess I believe you. How did you end up like that."
Oliver relaxes and walks Kimberly through the events after finding the ring up until now.
Kimberly takes a second to process the story then speaks, "It sounds like you're going to need a babysitter until you poop that ring out."
Oliver is aghast, "No, I don't need a babysitter I'm not a baby!"
Oliver realizes her tone is more whiny than authoritative and stomping her foot certainly doesn't help sell her maturity.
Kimberly picks her up and tickles her. Oliver bursts into adorable giggles in response.
"I'm not so sure about that. Besides it'll be fun babysitting my old babysitter. You wanted my help so you're getting it. Also I think for now you need a less boyish name, how about Olivia?"
Oliver is all but convinced that asking Kimberly for help was a mistake, but it's far too late to back out now so she simply nods.