A memory.

"Forget it," Gregory said. "It's stupid."

Jenn wasn't going to give up that easily. "I'll be the judge of that. Tell me! Tell me tell me tell-"

"My seventh grade history teacher!" Gregory interrupted. "Mrs. Beasley! She was my first crush, ok? I spent every fucking day of seventh grade mooning over her, memorizing every detail, and now you're wearing the exact same shade of lipstick she wore!"

Jenn paused, not sure how to respond. "That's... quite a coincidence," she finally said.

"I would have said the same thing if it hadn't just spontaneously appeared on your lips," he replied. "And you're changing in other ways, too."

He looked around the room for a second before his eyes landed on a small framed photo on her desk. He picked it up and examined it; it was two young women grinning with their arms around each other at the beach. He held it up to her.

"Who's in this photo?" Gregory demanded. Jenn explained that it was a picture of her sister and her at the beach. He pointed to the small mirror next to her door.

"Look at yourself. Does that look like either of the women in the picture?"

Jenn approached the mirror and gasped at what she saw. The face bore an unmistakable resemblance to both of the girls, but was markedly different. She held up the photo and looked back and forth, trying to catalog the difference. Her cheekbones were higher, her eyes had gone from a muted green to deep blue, her lips had plumped up, and her nose was slightly smaller.

"Wow, I look great," she said mildly.

"That's all you have to say?" Gregory asked in disbelief. "Jennifer, your body is physically changing right now! Doesn't that terrify you?"

It didn't, but it did make Jenn think to examine herself below the neck. "Holy shit!" she said excitedly. "My tits are huge! Oh my God, why didn't you say anything? This is incredible!"

She brought her hands up to jiggle her new assets and Gregory blushed and looked away. "I... I'd be lying if I said I didn't notice," he mumbled. "But it didn't seem like an appropriate thing-"

"They're so perky!" Jenn interjected. "They're bouncier and softer than when they were B-cups! Dude, you've got to feel these."

"What?" Gregory said, almost ****. "I- I'm not going to touch your breasts! We just met!"

"Suit yourself," Jenn said without looking up. "But the offer stands. Damn, these are nice."

Gregory cleared his throat and she looked up questioningly. "I also think there might be some, uh, behavioral changes happening to you right now."

"How would you know?" Jenn asked, her hands still cupping her swollen chest. "Like you pointed out, we just met."

"Right," he said. "But... I mean, look at yourself! You're acting like some porno fantasy, telling me to fondle your chest and stuff! Do you really not notice how weird you're acting?"

Jenn sighed and dropped her hands. "Ok, fine. I might have picked up on some unusual impulses and thoughts. But Gregory, you don't understand how much of a bitch I was. When you first walked into the library, I almost berated you for playing your music too loud. Now I look good, I feel amazing, and my mood is better than it's been in weeks! Why should I be upset that I'm improving?"

"Because your improvement is defying the laws of physics and happening without your knowledge or consent! How do you know you won't turn into a completely different person or something? You're still changing!"

Jenn smiled placatingly and put a hand on Gregory's forearm. She noticed that her nails were immaculately manicured and painted, and she could guess where the shade came from. "I have a theory about that. It occurred to me a few minutes ago that I suddenly know all about A Waste of Regret. Let me ask you this - do you think Concretions is their best album overall, but the singles from Weekend Outdoors are amazing?"

Gregory blinked and nodded, stunned. "And that bass player is super hot, right? Nothing like a woman with musical talent. If only she'd grow her hair out, sort of like mine is right now."

"What the fuck..." Gregory mumbled. Jenn continued unfazed.

"I suspect that if I picked up a bass guitar right now, I'd be incredibly skilled even though I've never touched one before. This is gonna sound crazy, but I think I'm slowly changing to match exactly what you want in a partner."