"First, we will need a few samples of uninfected DNA." Mona began.
"Where would we get that?" Cailin asked.
"From someone who isn't a bimbo!" Rachel snipped.
"And more specifically one without the serum in their body. It could be anything, a glob of saliva, a streak of sweat..." Mona listed.
"What about hair?" Jamie asked.
"Why hair?" Cailin asked.
The tanned blonde pointed to a billboard reading "Lars and Sons' Hairdresser: 1254 Clips Street, 2 miles East".
Rachel smiled and leaned in.
"That could work... if WE DID HAVE THUNDER TITS!" Rachel aggressively bursted.
To demonstrate, she kneaded her DD boobs like playdough, moaning and droolin until she was slapped by Mona.
"M-My point is.., how do we go into a hairdresser's full of people to collect hair without looking like weirdos?" Rachel wheezed.
The girls rubbed their chins as they thought it over.
Then, a lightbulb went off and Cailin got an idea.
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"Now remember, we'll be back!" Jamie chirped to the newly injected lady, bound and gagged, angry and thrashing.
The blonde shut the door and joined the other girls behind a dumpster.
"Okay ladies, disguises on!" Mona ordered, queing the girls to dress up as planned.
When they walked out from behind the dumpster, they looked like...