Jules stared at the curvy figure in his doorway, red hair set ablaze by the last rays of the sun. His eyes locked on the red hair first, and his gut reaction was simply to blurt out "ROB!?". But then his brain caught up with his eyes, and he could see that the person at his bedroom door was most certainly NOT the hulking goliath that treated him like a slave.
Her feet were small, covered in a pair of sandals. Her legs seemingly went on for MILES until they reached a pair of jean shorts that looked like they barely fit on her wide hips, and something in her exposed belly button sparkled in the coming twilight. A pair of breasts large enough to rival Joanna Ingerman's pressed against the strained fabric of a white tank top that did very little to hide anything from the imagination, and two slender arms topped by red nails, one hand resting on her incredible hips while another one was pressed against the door frame. From her amble torso rose a shapely, slender neck that was topped by a stunning face that carried a pair of plump, kissable lips, a cute nose, a pair of glittering green eyes, high cheekbones and of course, a mane of fiery red hair that fell across her shoulders and down her back.
Having gotten his attention, the girl gave Jules a smile and took a few steps into the tiny room, her breasts bouncing and jiggling with each minx-like step and pendulum sway of her hips until she was standing in front of Jules, her incredibly glory of sexy femininity on display for the down on his luck bully to view.
Jules felt his jaw go slack as he took her in, and felt his cock begin to stiffen and rise painfully against the threaded confines of his underwear and black jeans. This girl...no, this WOMAN was easily the redheaded version of Joanna Ingerman. And maybe a little more trashy, as she carried herself with a more casual ease than the refined poise that the blonde haired Amazon did. But there was something about her something...off, that sent a warning bell off in his head. Where had she come from?
'Oh, oh no fucking way!' Jules thought as he suddenly remembered that weird stone, but any further thought was blasted from his mind as the woman in front of him leaned over, giving Jules a look into the grand canyon of cleavage, and with a single finger reached out under his slack mouth and pressed it shut, her silky smooth skin shooting through him like an electric shock.
And then she began to speak.
Option 1: "C'mere loverboy..." The woman purred in a voice that was almost sex incarnate, and fell into Jules's arms as she kissed him. Passionately. Afterwards, Jules discovers that this beauty is his loving, extremely obedient girlfriend, Roberta Bolstrum!
Option 2: "I don't know why the FUCK I'm a chick or why I'm in your house, but you're gonna help me fix this, J!" The woman growled, staring down at herself in horror and fury. Rob is still still Rob, even though everyone else now knows him as Roberta Bolstrum, Jules's extremely obedient girlfriend!