As you ran down the sidewalk you notice all the attention you were getting: drivers on their way to work looked at you through their windows, other runners (especially men) turned their attention to you, and students on their way to school were practically drooling all over him. You could see why though, your boobs were practically spilling out of your sports bra as you jogged and you could feel you but waggle behind as your gloriously toned arms and legs moved almost robotically with determination. You thought you were done with all the attention soon after as you got closer and closer to Mrs. Robins house, that is until you noticed a group of teens close to your age walking on the opposite sidewalk and they looked very familiar. It wasn't until you heard them cat call you that you knew who they were: your best friends, they were jokesters and did this all the time with women (usually with you but there was a reason for your absence now).
If they were lucky they'd get a smile or a chuckle out of her, if unlucky she would start to run after them while calling the cops. They were doing the normal ones like: "if I could rearrange the alphabet I'd put "U" and "I" together" and calling him sexy multiple times that it actually began to get funny. You chuckled as they began to pass you when you suddenly got an idea that the real Mrs. Robin would frown at, "hey boys!" you say as you turn around getting their attention before pulling down your sports top and having your boobs spill out for them to see effectively flashing them. The stare for a full minute before you tuck the back in and head on your merry way laughing at their dumbfounded faces...you finally reach the Robin home and find the door locked, you find her key on a sort of bracelet on your wrist and use it to get in locking the door behind you as you stepped into the foyer seeing a staircase right in front of you and a hallway leading to another room to the left.