Olivia panicks - but it's hard to think!

Olivia's heart starts racing. This isn’t possible, she thinks — or tries to. The thought slips away before it fully forms.

"Wait. Focus! Think!! Engineering major. Physics. This doesn’t"—

Her thoughts dissolve mid-sentence.

Her reflection in the glass shifts, curves exaggerated, posture softening as her body changes without permission. The sweater strains, then settles, stretched into a shape that no longer feels like hers.

“This is… weird,” she giggles suddenly — and freezes.

Did I just giggle?

She presses her temples, trying to concentrate, but her mind feels foggy, slippery. Ideas slide right off before she can hold onto them. And moving too much causes her to almost topple over as the unusual top-heavy mass on her starts to wobble.

Okay. Something’s wrong. Something’s really wrong. I need to—

Her inner voice slows, words losing structure as she looks down: "Errr… Where did these like come from?"

Her eyes widen. Her chest has grown far beyond anything she’s used to. She stares, baffled, mesmerized, as if looking at someone else’s body while trying to make sense of the situation...

"Boobies like don't grow on trees... They grow on people..." - WAIT - "What am I thinking?" - ARGH - "Thinking's like hard!"

"No-no-no"

"Oliva's like no dummy!"

"Oliva's a smarty girl!"

Olivia's intellect flickers — then fades.

Trying to think hurts now. Logic feels distant and unimportant, like a textbook she once read but forgot. Her posture shifts, one hip cocked unconsciously, hands hovering uselessly at her sides.

“This is sooo confusing,” she pouts...

And that's when the store door opens with a soft chime.

Olivia turns automatically, a smile already on her lips, body swaying just a little as she shifts her weight. Thinking feels slow, like moving through syrup, but smiling is easy.

Alina steps in, adjusting her shop blouse and glancing around the store. She looks tired but cheerful — another early shift. Her eyes immediately drift to the front display.

“Oh wow,” she says. “Nice job with the mannequins, Oli.”

She sounds completely normal. Casual. As if nothing is wrong.

Olivia blinks at her, relief and panic colliding in her chest.

“Alina!” she blurts out.

Olivia steps closer to her coworker, words tumbling out before she can organize them.

“Okay, so like— listen— something super weird happened, and it’s totally not my fault, but also kinda is but not really—” She gestures vaguely toward the display window, fingers fluttering. “That one? She wasn’t there before. And then there was this thing—” She raises her hand with the dictaphone: “The little recorder thingy!”

Alina frowns slightly. “Are you feeling okay, Oli?”

This is the end of chapter 02 of the comic.
Will Alina be able to help her co-worker, Olivia? Can she restore her to her smart, nerdy self? Or should Oli keep the device rather to herself and try to fix things on her own?
What will happen? We'll find out in part 3! If you are already curious, further comic chapters are already available on my homepage with a Subscribestar Adult or Patreon Membership. :)