Naomi woke from a sound sleep to hear a knock on her door. Looking at the clock, she saw it was 6 am. Who could be knocking at this hour?
She got out of bed carefully, as her legs didn't touch the floor, and threw on a robe before padding to her front door, careful to step from throw rug to throw rug to avoid touching the cold floor.
She was too short to look through her door's spyhole, but she kept the chain on as she opened it. Standing outside, looking upset, was Olivia Maxweller.
"Olivia...what are you doing here?"
Olivia just stared down at her, looking shocked. "Mrs. Kennedy?!"
"What? No I'm not married...hold on." She unchained her door and let Olivia in. "Come in, I'll put some coffee on."
Several minutes later, she brought Olivia, who was sitting on her couch, a cup of coffee. Naomi set her cup down on her end table, before climbing onto the couch. "Ok Olivia, why are you looking at me like that?"
"Well it's just...I knew Brittany changed you, but I had no idea...you look completely different."
"Huh? She just changed...how I think about things, that's all." Naomi was a little embarrassed to admit the truth.
"Oh no, she did more than that. You see, unless set not to, the Imprinter edits reality itself, so your memories were altered."
Naomi blinked. "The Imprinter? That's the shiny hair dryer thing?"
"Yes. It's what I've been working on for my undergrad project. I must have left the lab unlocked and Brittany helped herself to it. You must have been her first target."
The small girl frowned. "What did she do to me?"
"Well, for one, you used to be older...and taller."
Of course! No wonder she'd felt off about how large her borrowed clothes had been! "Good grief, she shrunk me? Well..I guess that's my own fault." She relayed the conversation she'd had with Brittany.
"So that's why you called me Mrs. Kennedy, fuck, I was actually married to Josh? But making me younger undid that..."
"I'm so sorry, I can fix this, I swear!" Olivia pleaded.
Naomi held up a hand. "No, it's fine. I mean, not that she did this without asking me, but...being short isn't that bad, and I'm happy to be young and not married to that creep."
"So no problems with your life at all?"
"Not that I've noticed. I still have my job, and a car, and this place is no palace, but it's mine. So how did you find out she'd changed me?"
"Well," the taller girl explained, "what she doesn't know is that the Imprinter sends data to my laptop, so when I found it gone, I went over the logs. There's an option to show what a subject looks like when they were scanned. Then I got your address from the college website. Unfortunately, I didn't think to put a GPS tracker into the Imprinter, so I can only tell what she's doing with it. I went to her dorm, but she's not there. Anyways, if you're alright, I need to get it back, it's untested, and who knows what could happen?"
"Let me get dressed and I'll help you." Naomi wasn't sure why she said that, but Olivia was distressed and she felt an urge to help. Plus, admittedly, the young genius was cute- maybe 5' 1", with auburn hair pulled back into a ponytail and blue eyes. Her breasts weren't large, but she obviously worked out...
Naomi pushed those thoughts aside. She had to focus.
"I appreciate that, but what if she changes you again? Or me?"
"We'll have to be careful. So who else has she changed?"
Olivia sighed. "Well she changed herself some. I guess she thought she wasn't pretty enough, though I can't tell you why. I didn't go over all the changes, but she's taller, and um, more." She mimed having larger breasts and a curvier figure.
"Of course. Ok give me a few minutes and I'll be right with you."
Naomi quickly changed and ran a brush through her hair, coming back wearing the outfit she'd chosen for the day- jeans and a powder blue blouse, along with some white canvas shoes. "You don't drive, do you, Olivia?"
"Ah no, I grew up in the city so I learned, but never bothered to get a car. I took the bus here."
"No problem, believe it or not, I'm not too small to drive, my Honda is outside."
Olivia giggled. "Sorry, I'm not super tall myself, but the mental image of you driving a car..."
"Oh I'm aware. I've been pulled over more than once by cops who think I'm 11." Naomi rolled her eyes, but smiled. "C'mon, let's go. We need to figure out who she's using that thing on."
"I have my laptop sending updates to my phone, and based on the logs, I think her last target was..."