As Rachel walked, a strange sensation came over her. She reached down and touched the bottom of her dress. The very bottom of her butt was exposed! And now that she noticed it, was she taller? And her breasts ... did she have that much cleavage before? She didn't know how this was possible, but it looked like she just went up at least two cup sizes.
In her mind, she was panicking, but she continued to walk into the living room as if nothing were wrong.
Angela rolled her eyes. "What a slut."
"Angela, please," Robert said. He then turned towards his client. "I'm sorry about my wife. She can be a real bitch sometimes."
His wife turned towards him. What did he call her? "Well, I may be a bitch, but I'm not a slut." Why did she say that?
"It's okay," Rachel said, with a giggle. In her mind, she was stunned. She wasn't the type of woman to giggle. What was happening? "I may be a dumb slut, but at least I can be ci ... civ ... uh ... nice." Why was she talking like some kind of bimbo?
Inside their minds, Robert, Angela, and Rachel couldn't figure out what was happening.
Bobby looked around the corner into the living room and snickered. In his hand, he held the crystal.
