Just the facts, ma'am.

Mark checked his watch. "Alright, you took the pill about 3 and a half hours ago. When did you first start feeling the effects?"

"Not long after I got here. After about ten minutes of studying, I noticed that I had a lot more energy. I was studying much faster and retaining information much more easily."

"No kidding." Mark commented bitterly.

She thought about it. "It's weird, actually. I don't remember actually learning the information. It was like suddenly I already knew it. I was going over the diagrams and stuff and the knowledge was just there."

"That's definitely weird. What else?"

Jennifer tried to think. "I don't know. I was so focused on helping you I kind of wasn't paying attention. I mean, obviously at some point all these changes to my appearance happened, and- wait a minute. Something's different."

Mark leaned forward in concern. "What?"

"Um, I'm not sure, but I think... I think, uh, I may have had another change I just noticed. It's hard to be sure, though." She looked down awkwardly.

"What is it?"

"Well, it seems like maybe my, um, boobs have gotten bigger."

Mark willed himself not to look. He was mostly successful. "Come again?"

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure they're bigger. Not just like period bigger - really bigger. Now that I'm thinking about it, I can definitely feel more weight up here." She quickly hefted them up then released them. "The weird thing is, my bra doesn't feel any tighter. It's like - oh, hmm, I've got an idea. Can you take a look at the tag? Check the cup size, I should be a B-cup."

Mark chuckled nervously. "Couldn't you just, you know, go check it yourself in the bathroom?"

Jennifer rolled her eyes. "Oh, grow up Mark. It's just a bra. It's not like I'm asking you to check me for lumps." She turned her back to him and waited.

He tentatively pulled the fabric back to check the tag. "Yeah, this is a C-cup." She turned back around with a look of bewilderment. "So not only are my boobs growing, my clothes are too."

"I guess so. So what have we got so far?"

"I'm more alert and can concentrate better. I've gotten a sudden influx of knowledge of all the things we've been studying. My clothes, makeup, and hair have been somehow changing, and now my body is too. Is that all?"

After a short pause, Mark spoke. "There might be something else. I'm not sure, but maybe."

She wondered if he'd been checking her out and noticed something she hadn't about her body. "Well? Spit it out."

"You seem to be behaving a little differently. Have you noticed you keep moving closer to me? And you've been much more animated than you normally are. I know you've got more energy, but your actual emotions seem more intense. And when I was mad at you, you seemed to actually cringe - you never shrink from an argument like that. You're acting weird, Jennifer."

She wasn't very good at self-reflection but as he described her behavior she realized he was right. "Oh shit, you're right. What if there's something psychoactive or something in that pill?" She was really starting to freak out.

Mark's eyes wandered up to her hair and narrowed slightly, then widened in surprise. "Uh, Jennifer, your hair - have you dyed it recently?" When she shook her head, he sighed. "I think I have a hypothesis. It looks like your hair is turning blonde."

"So? What does that mean?" She was trying, but she couldn't connect the dots.

He began to tick off items on his fingers. "Let's see. You're getting smarter and more empathetic. Your breasts are growing and your clothes are becoming more revealing, and you've been acting more physically affectionate towards me. Now you're turning blonde." She was starting to see where this was going and felt a grim despair.

"Jennifer, you're turning into my perfect woman."