Oliva makes a joke - Well joke's on her!

Oliva's chest tightens as she keeps staring at the Mannequin that just feels so real...

She snorts under her breath, trying to defuse the feeling with humor. “Oh my god,” she says quietly, rolling her eyes and pitching her voice high: “Look at me, I’m a dumb blond bimbo with tits bigger than my head!”

As she speaks, her thumb presses down on the small device still clutched in the mannequin’s stiff hand.

*Click*

The sound is soft.

Unassuming.

Olivia barely notices it.

At first.

Then her sweater feels tight.

She frowns, tugging at it. “Did this shrink in the wash…?”

A strange pressure builds in her chest, expanding, stretching fabric and skin alike. She gasps, arms instinctively crossing over herself as her balance wobbles.

“W–what the hell…?”

Her thoughts scatter as warmth rushes through her scalp. She reaches up, fingers brushing hair that suddenly feels longer, silkier. Lighter.

Blonde!