Leaving the lab, Brittany saw Mrs. Kennedy cleaning out the offices down the hall. Mrs. Kennedy was a nice older woman in her early 50's, and Brittany had nothing against her...but she had to find out what Olivia's project could do!
She took aim and pulled the trigger on the weapon. A bright light emanated from the business end, and struck Mrs. Kennedy, who froze in place. At first nothing seemed to be happening, but then her grey hair darkened, becoming glossy black, she began shedding weight, and her skin became smoother and tauter.
Within minutes, a pretty teenaged girl wearing clothing two sizes too large for her went back to her duties, blissfully unaware of her transformation, singing a pop song as she worked.
Brittany poked her head into the office. "Uh hey, Mrs. Kennedy?"
The girl turned to look at her. "Wow", Brittany thought, "she's really cute".
"Mrs.? Come on, Britt, I'm the same age as you." The girl laughed. "Call me Naomi."
"Uh, right, Naomi. What's with the old lady clothes?"
Naomi sighed. "The dryer at my apartment broke down again, so I had to borrow something to wear from my neighbor, Mrs. McGee. Good thing we're about the same height, but obviously, she's put on a few extra pounds."
"Oh I see."
Naomi shrugged. "Anyways, I don't dare show up late. I'm lucky to have this job right out of high school. Even if I keep getting mistaken for a freshman. I wish I could attend here, but I'm not as smart as you or Olivia."
"Yeah, I guess I should be thankful for having the opportunity. Say, do you mind a weird question?"
Naomi leaned on her broom handle. "I guess not, shoot."
"If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?"
The other girl raised a delicate eyebrow. "Well, other than getting in a relationship with an older guy? Jeez, that was the worst. I might have married the guy if I didn't realize what a creep he was...I don't know. Maybe if it was easier to find someone decent."
Brittany tilted her head. "Come on, Naomi, you're cute as hell."
Naomi blushed a little. "Thanks, but guys are either looking for supermodels or tiny girls they can protect it seems like. Or maybe it's guys that are the problem, but I'm straight as an arrow. Maybe things would be easier if I were bi?" She laughed.
"Hm, ok, well thanks for sharing that. I'll let you get back to work now."
As she walked away, Brittany started thinking. "I could change her, just to be nice."