"Hey, watch it."
"Watch where your pointing those things."
"Holy shit! Look at those tits."
"Nice muscles!"
"Who are you supposed to be, Arnold Schwarzenegger?"
Raffaela and Valerie tried to push through the crowd, the men in suits following them slowly. Raffaela said:
"This is bad, they're closing. We need to get off the street."
Valerie looked around and shouted:
"Cops! They are checking people!"
A group of party people turned over, made interested noises at the girls and turned to the approaching suits. The officers were soon surprised by sudden attacks. A random brawl broke out as people fought for their proverbial right to party.
Valerie then said:
"We may have a second, but we definitely need to leave. Wait a moment, I know someone around here."

After a few moments of pushing and relentlessly advancing through the hordes in the street, they reached a condominium building. Just as they got there, a young man, having yet to exceed his teens, opened the door to get out. Valerie walked over to him, took the door, thanked him and kissed him on the cheek. The little guy blushed into oblivion, barely escaping eroticism-induced coma when Raffaela rushed by him. They shut the door behind them, quickly crossing the cold entrance hall before reaching the elevator. Raffaela said:
“Valerie, I have no idea what’s going on in your mind, but you’ve clearly become the craziest, most flirtatious woman I know. When did that happen?”
Valerie smiled, then replied:
“I don’t know, it’s been a gradual change I guess. But you know, I’ve come to really appreciate the new me.”
She made a face to the elevator’s mirror, then switched her attention to Raffaela’s swollen and rock-hard nipples.
“Boy, Ron’s so going to be surprised. I haven’t seen him in a while.”

They finally reached the floor. Taking a peak outside, Valerie noticed that the corridor was empty. Perfect! Stealthily, they tiptoed over to his door. Valerie hit the bell, then they waited. A few seconds later, the door opened a little. Ron looked out. His face was a strange mix of horror and spontaneous arousal.
“Holy shit! Valerie? What the hell are you doing out there? Why are you naked? Who’s your friend?”
Valerie tried to explain, but was cut short.
“You shouldn’t be here. Come back tomorrow! Please!”
“Sorry, Ron, we can’t. You need to help us!”
“I really can’t!”
From the inside of the flat, a woman’s voice was heard.
“Who is it, dear?”
“No one. Just some old friends!”
Valerie asked:
“What’s up? Who is she?”
“My wife.”
“You’re married? That’s great. Still, we need your help! We really need some clothes!”
Meanwhile, Raffaela had grown more and more silent. She clearly had troubles concentrating, swaying from one side to the other. Ron asked:
“What’s up with her?”
Valerie turned around, inquiring:
“Raffaela, what’s going on?”
“I don’t feel so good.”
She clutched her head, pushing against the door with her free hand. The sudden pressure forced it open, pushing Ron inside while also toppling Valerie. The three fell inside, landing on top of each other.

As Ron struggled to free himself, another woman appeared in the hallway. She was a tall and leggy redhead, wearing a simply nightgown. She clearly was surprised at the situation.
“What’s going on? Who are these people?”
Finally untangling himself, Ron got up, brushing his pyjama back into shape. He tried to explain:
“Susan, this is Valerie. She’s an ex of mine. The other one should be one of her friends. I have no idea why they’re here, I don’t know why they’re naked and I’m really confused myself.”
Valerie added:
“Raffaela is sick. Please help us!”
Susan assessed the situation. Marrying Ron had been a good idea at the time, him being nice, funny, well-off, rather good-looking in a bald way and muscular, but this was some crazy shit. Finally she said:
“We could call an ambulance.”
“Bad idea. Some security agency is after us.”
Ron closed his eyes in confused despair. Whatever this was about, he would have to spend the next weeks trying to explain this thing. Susan stared at him. He said:
“Okay, bring her in.”
“Thank you, I owe you one.”
Valerie grabbed her unconscious friend and carried her to the sofa. Quickly getting some ice cubes from the fridge, she cooled Raffaela’s head. She then turned back to her hosts.
“Ron, I need some clothes to wear. Do you still have the suit?”
Susan turned to him:
“What suit? What is this woman talking about?”
Ron shut his eyes in despair.
He said:
“It’s a long story. I’ll explain it later. Right now, we need to get this situation straight.”
Just at this moment, somebody rang at the front door. Ron said:
“I’ll get rid of whomever this may be.”
He stepped outside, talked to his confused elderly neighbour who thought there might have been a burglary. Then, he returned and got the suit from his wardrobe. While Raffaela was slowly recovering, Valerie took a short shower and put on the suit. This time she filled it out more than perfectly. Her larger muscles spread the material wider, her big breasts filled their place out perfectly. Susan couldn’t help noticing Ron’s hard-on. He tried to camouflage it by carefully holding things in her field of vision, but to no avail. Valerie said:
“Well, this is better. Don’t you think it fits me better now?” She flexed. “Ron, you’re a real life-saver. Would you mind if I called a friend of mine? He’s a doctor and I guess he could help us.”
Ron was increasingly worried. He constantly checked Susan’s expression, trying to find out what she was thinking.
“Sure, go ahead.”
Valerie stepped over to the phone and called Dr. Wang. He suggested that she should come over to his office.
“Great. Now I have two more favours to ask you for, Ron.”
Unwillingly, witnessing Susan’s glare, he said:
“What are they?”
“I guess we’ll need money for a cab and something for Raffaela to wear. I’ll return everything as soon as I am able.”
“I don’t think I have anything she could wear.”
Raffaela, who was vaguely conscious, looked around. She added:
“I’m really sorry for the inconvenience. The whole science project was a really stupid idea in the first place. We never should have done it…”
Ron was surprised:
“Science project?”
Valerie was looking through Ron’s wardrobe, looking for something to wear.
“Long story.”
Suddenly, Susan spoke:
“Science project? Now I recognise you! You were at Dr. Pasquali’s study group, weren’t you? No wonder I couldn’t remember you, you look so different.”
Valerie pulled out a bed sheet, measuring it up for a toga.
“Indeed, we were. But I can’t say I would know who you are.”
“I guess so. You were the mousy, overweight woman in the first row back then. You changed your hair too. Suits you fine, by the way. I don’t think you would have seen me. I was in the back.”
“Okay. What was your subject?”
“Gambling addicts.”
“Gambling addicts? Now that’s a shitty subject!”
“I know. I really got lost in it, just like my partner. This was really awful. In the end, I dropped out from college. Didn’t have any money left. I met Ron at a self-help group afterwards.”
Valerie eyeballed Ron.
“You’re a gambler too? Got any other secret passions?”
“Well, I should stay silent for now. I think I can help you. Just let me check…”
He went to the wardrobe, gently moving Valerie away from it. Susan, clearly vexed, added:
“Other passions? I can’t help noticing that he has a certain interest in muscular girls. He also likes super-heroines. Can’t say I’m happy about this.”
“Don’t worry. We’re almost gone.”

Ron returned seconds later. He handed a package to Valerie and said:
“There. This should fit her. Make her put it on. Here’s some money, so go ahead and catch a cab.”
“Thanks a lot.” She helped Raffaela to the bathroom. Seconds later, Susan and Ron heard her shout in astonishment.