Since you still have lot of questions, and so does Blue, you decide to return to the park. With luck, you might see the werewoman that had contaminated you. (You would have looked for her… him… when it's not the full-moon, but you don't know what their normal self look like, so…)
Before you, or rather Blue, could even look for the nearest thing she have to a mother you hear Blondie's voice, loudly calling for you. "Lady Blue, Lady blue!" Sighing, your other self stop dead in her track, briefly letting her shoulder slouch. It was clear the bimbo was inescapable anyway. As soon as she reached you, you found yourself engulfed in a suffocating hug. "I'm so, like, happy to see you Lady Blue! It felt, like, you were trying to avoid me. But I knew my Lady, like, couldn't do that to her Blondie. Like, would you?"
"Er… No, Blondie. Of course not." The hesitancy in Blue's voice clearly betrayed she did, in fact, want to avoid meeting Blondie. (As did you.) Thankfully, said bimbo was totally obvious to that fact. "But, why do you keep calling me a Lady?"
"Because you're, like, the one that made Blondie. You, like, even named me!" You could feel Blue's embarrassment at being basically called Blondie's mom. Embarrassment you shared, since Blue and you were more or less one and the same. Recovery was just starting when a surprising question was asked. "Say, Lady Blue. What do you, like, think of, like, the other you?"
Neither Blue or you expected Blondie to ask that. "I… I think he's a good guy, if a bit naive. I want to protect him, which is why I made you drink all the locking agent after you became, well, you. And you? What do you think of Max?"
"At first I, like, couldn't think much. His, like, totally annoying voice was, like, screaming in Blondie's head. It like, totally hurt. Then you made me, like, totally drink that stuff he made and he was like gone. I can still, like, see his past but it's, like, full of math and stuff. Like, only things that hurt Blondie's head. Plus he was, like, trying to erase the other you, which you, like, said you kinda liked. Which kinda, like, totally made him a jerk. I'm, like, totally glad he's gone!"
Blondie's speech-pattern was clearly worsening, but it wasn't the important part right now. "I'm sorry you couldn't see eye to eye with Max, Blondie." The airhead scoffed. "It would, like, totally be not possible. We, like, totally shared the same bod." Then looking appreciatively at herself, she added "But, like, Max was, kind of like, totally never so sexy!" That last one made Blue shake her head good-naturedly.