What's next?

The hallway

"I need to get a new skirt." Gwen thought to herself. Well, she thought she thought it. She had a bizarre sensation, as if whatever her inner monologue said was actually popping up in the air, written in yellow boxes. But no one else seemed to see them, as far as she could tell. Sweat dripped down her face, maybe she should have just called in sick?

Gwen had been so preoccupied by her thoughts that she had not noticed her skirt was not the only part of her uniform that had apparently shrunk; her breasts were spilling out of her blouse, which had already popped open two buttons without her realising.

"Why is everyone looking at me?"Gwen thought, and up came another yellow box. "What are they looking at? Oh god, I've got to get out of here!"