Rico placed both her palms against a filthy brick wall stretching and shifting to try and relieve the soreness her back alley orgy had left her with. "Ngh... my stomach is in knots," she moaned, still getting used to her smokey new voice. "I don't think I've eaten a single thing since... that banana!"
Realizing something from Jeff's must be responsible for her transformation, she staggered back to her stolen motorcycle, glad at least to see it hadn't been reclaimed. She was fighting sleep the whole ride over, but the way the roar of the engine rattled her more intimate new piercings was enough of a thrill to keep her focused. Somehow she found the strength to climb back in through the window, but the sight of the bed she'd defiled her first night here was too tempting in her exhausted state, and she collapsed onto it immediately.
As she slept, the Chronivac made further changes. Old T-shirts and socks lying haphazardly in the corners of the room became halters and garters. The baseball she'd first come to retrieve was now a long silver vibrator on a nearby dresser. Posters hanging on the walls changed from sci-fi movies and pin-up girls to rock concert fliers and a full length mirror. The motorcycle she'd left just under the window was now registered to her, under the name Rosa Espinoza.
Waking up the next morning, Rosa staggered to the fridge, nearly tripping over the darkening banana peel still lying on the floor, finding it well stocked, and shoving whatever she could find that she could just eat raw in her face for several minutes before making her way to the bathroom to use the toilet and take much needed shower. Finally as rested and relaxed as she could expect to be given her situation, she toweled off, and returned to the bedroom, figuring whatever happened she clearly had the place to herself, so why bother rushing to get dressed?
Finally throwing out that banana peel, she started to look around more thoroughly.