So here I am, walking across the aisles of Vendors in New York ComicCon, browsing, taking pictures of props and cosplayers, absorbing the sights and sounds, even planning to record my yearly tour. It was like my own personal playground and I am living in it. What I didn't know is that my life will change forever.

Walking down the aisle, I passed one of the many comic traders and I stopped to see something that caught my eye. It was the first issue of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles circa 1984. Believe it or not, I grew up around the Turtles since the late eighties cartoon show and I enjoyed watching the antics of the Turtles while fighting off baddies like Shredder and Krang. But like any other grown up boy, I grew a bit of fondness to April O'Neil, the reporter of Channel 6. I don't know why, but the way she looked, the attitude, and the charisma, she was the hottest girl before future girls come in through cartoons, movies, video games, and anime. I always wanted to live in the world of Turtles and wonder what it would be like to be April. After all, there were many literations over the years with the recent being a bit...controversial at the time. Still, it didn't matter as April is April, no matter how she looks.

Curious, I hid myself away from the public and gently removed the plastic just to get a peek at the comic. But as I slowly opened it, a rush of magical energy came out of it and blew in front of my face, causing my sunglasses, cap, and headphones blow off my face, head, and neck. I was caught by surprise by it and wanted to close the comic. But I noticed that the comic itself was crumpling itself up and getting bulky with something sticking out in the front. As it finished forming, I noticed it was an old Nikon Camera circa 1984. I was chocked by this and didn't know what is happening. What I wasn't expecting is that my body was altering.

Starring at the camera that was once the old comic, I noticed that my hands were getting small and dainty as my nails were growing long and coated with the most obnoxious red polish. Starring on, got one of my hands off the camera and starred in awe. I could even feel my body shifting underneath my clothes as my chest was growing a pair of breasts, my hips expanding and giving me and hourglass, and could feel my plumbing sucking into me reorganizing itself into female reproductive system. My face was tingling like crazy as it was gaining some female features as my nose thinned, my cheeks were angular, I puckered my lips as they grew puffy, and my eyes were shrinking and looking sultry. Finally, my short hair exploded into a mess of curls as it framed my face. Looking on, I could tell that I was a woman. But I have no idea who I was.

I soon felt my clothes altering as my black jacket started to brighten to blue and the fabric became Demin. My black shirt went to orange as an overlarge turtle neck grew around my neck. And while my pants are the same, my sneakers slowly opened up and grew up my legs and stopped to below my knees, becoming brown with the laces and patches deteriorating away, becoming a pair of feminine boots. I look at my strange attire and have no idea what am I becoming.

Looking up, I noticed something that was extremely bizarre. Within the convention, I could see people, vendors, lighting, the entire inside of the building, starting to get blurrier and blurrier, making everything unrecognizable. I was soon standing in swirls of multiple colors, blending and merging all together like a living Picasso painting. I move around in awe, watching the world I know disappearing as a new world was making itself. But as I move, I was feeling a little sluggish, yet I wasn't tired or anything. Looking down to myself I could see my body and clothes were getting more colorful and animated. Getting my arm out, I flexed my fingers and noticed a delay of flexing, like it's skipping the animation of moving. The more I flexed, the more the delay occurred. Pretty soon, I was opening and closing my hand as any animation of opening and closing doesn't exist. It's like I was acting like a character from a comic. Pretty soon, the world around it settled in as it looks like a grimmy and gritty New York City in comic format that looked to be in the 1980s and I could see people bobbing up and down from one end to another as cars were statically sliding across the streets. Blinking my eyes, I realized that I was living in an actual comic book, similar to the one I was looking into.

It was very weird for me as I need to test out my new body. As I took one step after another, I can feel myself skipping each step without the animation of moving. Moving my arms and twisting my body, there is always a delay from one end to another. I also wondered if I can talk in the comic. But as I opened my mouth to say something, a speech bubble popped up and the words I was going to say appeared on it. Cranking my head up, I was shocked to see that even when I speak, I don't have a voice. Only the words and speech bubbles is how I would respond. It was cringy and awkward, but it's something I need to get use to.

Walking down the side walk and passing the bobbing people, I need to recollect on what occured to me. One minute, I was opening up a comic, the next me and my world around me changed and I was living inside a comic itself. The question is, what comic? I knew I was in New York, based on the black shadow of the Empire State Building and Chrysler Building, and the old Twin Towers. But what type of comic I was in. That's when I noticed something in the distance.

Seeing shadows whizzed by, I looked up and saw what looked like four dark shadows gliding in the air and over the huge moon. The shadows landed on the building and peeked out as the bodies slid up to look down at the people. I starred on and wondered who they are. That's when eyes popped up and teeth were gritting. The people stopped bobbing and turned pointing with multiple speech bubbles popped up over their heads, saying the same thing in a different wording.

"It's them!"

"It's the turtles!"

"They're here!"

"Mommy, Mommy! Look! Big Turtles!"

"Call the Police!"

"I need to get out of here!"

Starring on, I couldn't help but to overhear the word turtles in some of the speech bubbles. It was then that my eyes grew wide as saucers and my mouth agape as I realized where I was. Turns out, I wound up in the 1984 Turtles comic I was just looking into. And based on my female body, I soon found out that I am the comic's version of April O'Neil. Not the April I was expecting, but still April.

My shock soon turned into joy as my game skipped with a smile and showing my teeth. Turning to my camera, I thought immediately occured to me. I need to see the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. I need to speak to them. To take a picture as proof that they exist.

Without a second thought, and ran down the street as the cars screeches to a stop as they glided and lights flashing and horns blaring. I stopped and turned in a delays, apologizing for getting in the way. As I ran to catched up with them as the jump gliding, I knew that it is a new experience for me. While it might take some adjusting to, I will enjoy my life a April O'Neil to the fullest. After all, it's not everyday you get to be everyone's favorite female reporter.

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My OC - April O'Neil (1984 Comic Debut)

Artwork done by YellowCatArt98: https://www.deviantart.com/yellowcatart98

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