June gripped the prototype bath bomb in her sweating palm as she stood on her wealthy neighbor's doorstep, Jenny steady beside her. Five years of neighborly nods had come down to this desperate pitch. The rejection letters from pharmaceutical companies crinkled in her bag – fourteen "unfortunately not at this time" form letters that had nearly broken her resolve.

"It's really simple," June said, letting her passion override the rehearsed pitch. "Every woman knows bath bombs. They're common, unremarkable. No one looks twice." She held up the sphere, its surface shimmering with promise. "But I've modified the chemical composition to make it a contraceptive. When it dissolves, it creates a temporary barrier – one that's more effective than many existing birth control options, with zero hormones and zero side effects."

Jenny stepped forward, armed with their research. "We've achieved a 99% efficacy rate in computer simulations. The real-world trials are still ahead, but the lab data is promising. The ingredients are all FDA-approved for topical use, just never combined this way before. There's nothing else like it on the market."

"And that's exactly why we need someone who can see past my lack of credentials," June continued. "Someone who understands that sometimes the biggest innovations come from seeing everyday things differently. Fourteen companies couldn't see past my bachelor's degree. But I've created something that could give millions of young women like my Jenny more control over their lives, disguised as nothing more than a relaxing bath."

The prototype felt warm now in her palm, holding all their hopes for changing the world, one bath bomb at a time.