After goofing off in superhero costumes, Macy wipes a tear of laughter and then gasps, spotting something new.
“Jess! Check this out. These outfits are so sleek. We’d look like total boss babes.”
Jess turns to see a rack of tailored pencil skirts, white button-up blouses, and sharp navy blazers—complete with heels, briefcases, and glasses.
“Seriously?” Jess says, rolling her eyes. “From maids to superheroes, and now businesswomen?”
Macy laughs. “Come on! One last one. I wanna feel like I run a company or something. Just for fun!”
Reluctantly, Jess agrees. “Fine, but after this, we’re done.”
Meanwhile, Ryan smirks.
“Let’s up the ante,” he says, typing:
“When Jess and Macy put on the business outfits, their minds and bodies will change accordingly. Macy will fully believe she’s a high-powered 30-year-old corporate executive and act accordingly. Jess will be affected physically and behaviorally—but retain her awareness. No one else, including Macy, will notice anything strange.”
He hits Execute.
Back at the dressing rooms…
Macy buttons up her white blouse and slips on the blazer. As she steps into her pencil skirt and zips it up, her posture sharpens, her expression becomes focused, and her entire demeanor shifts. Her voice deepens slightly, now confident and commanding.
Jess, meanwhile, pulls her outfit on and immediately staggers slightly as her hips widen, her legs elongate, and her face matures subtly—not old, but older. She grabs the dressing room mirror in shock as her chest pushes forward and her waist pinches inward, reshaping her into a lean, curvaceous professional woman. Even her hair restyles itself into a sleek business bun.
“Macy!” Jess whispers sharply, voice now sultry and precise.
Macy steps out confidently with a leather portfolio under one arm and a Bluetooth earpiece in place. “Jess? Let’s move. We’ve got a meeting with the board in ten.”
Jess blinks. “What? Board?”
Macy looks over her shoulder. “You’re not seriously flaking on this again. You need to be prepared. Marketing depends on us.”
“Macy, it’s me—Jess! Don’t you remember who we are?”
Macy gives her a quizzical look. “Is this a joke? You haven’t had your coffee yet, have you?” She sighs and waves her off, pulling out a fake phone. “Jessica, please. Can we not have another breakdown in the middle of a mall again?”
Jess feels a strange pull in her brain—memories that don’t belong begin slipping into place: quarterly reports, product launches, tense meetings with investors… But I’m sixteen, she thinks. I’m just a kid… right?
“Snap out of it,” she mutters to herself.
From the shadows, Ryan and Billy watch.
“Dude, Macy’s completely bought into it,” Billy says.
“Yeah, but Jess looks… off. Like she knows something’s up,” Ryan says, narrowing his eyes. “She shouldn’t.”
“You think we should fix it?”
“Nah. Let’s see what happens when she starts giving a presentation or something. This could get fun.”
Back in the store, Macy finds a small stage display meant for showcasing prom dresses—she sees it as a conference room.
She steps up and says, “Jess, we’re doing a mock pitch. You’ve got two minutes to sell the product.”
Jess stammers. “Macy, I’m not—”
“Jessica.”
Jess freezes.
“That’s your name, right? Now pitch. Or I’m calling HR.”
Something inside Jess twitches. Her hand moves to her hip, she clears her throat, and—despite herself—begins giving a flawless product pitch, her voice calm, persuasive, and authoritative.
Her eyes widen as she speaks. Why do I know this stuff? Why am I saying these things?
When she finishes, Macy applauds. “Now that’s what I’m talking about. See? You’re finally getting serious about this company.”
Jess backs away slowly. “No… this isn’t real…”
She bolts off the stage and runs for the store exit—heels clicking on the tile. Macy just watches, shaking her head like she’s dealing with a stressed-out coworker.
Back at the device...
Ryan looks at Billy. “Okay, now I think we might need to fix something.”
Billy nods. “Jess is definitely fighting it. Think she’s gonna break?”
Ryan shrugs. “Either that, or we’re about to see how far she can be pushed.”