Before long, a shockingly attractive girl stood there in ill-fitting clothes. She finally stopped giggling, and looked around.
"Jay?" Jon said, nervously.
She took off Jay's glasses. "Would you both stop staring at me? It's a bit creepy. Although you are kind of cute," she said, moving closer to Jon.
She turned her head toward Wallace. "Sorry...don't feel the same way about you," she said, noticing his obvious arousal at her form, amidst the confusion.
"Jay, are you feeling all right?" Jon asked.
"The question should be, am I feeling like Jay? The answer is...probably not. But it feels really good," she said. She wrapped her arms around Jon and gave him a kiss on the lips, then pulled back. "I'm off to find something that fits. Toodles," she said, sauntering off. She didn't seem particularly concerned about them trying to stop her.
Jon and Wallace exchanged looks. No one was going to believe this. Neither of them knew what to do.
"Tell me what just happened," Jon asked.
"Don't look at me," Wallace said. "You know Jay...he wouldn't notice a sexy girl if she was...well...kissing him on the lips. He's oblivious."
"Then how do you explain that?" Jon asked.
"I...CAN'T," Wallace insisted. "It's impossible. But...maybe when the football team trashed it, and we fixed it...something changed. But it is Jay's project."
"Maybe we should hit him with it again," Jon suggested.
