"Hi, I... who the hell are you?" Tricia asked the stranger who had answered the door to her.
The woman was blond, taller than her at about 5'10", with a toned but curvy physique. She also had knockers about as big as her head. Tricia had never seen her before, but could guess why she was in her ex-boyfriend's apartment.
"I'm Frankie," the busty woman replied sternly, "and YOU are...?"
"I'm Tricia. Is Richard in?"
"Richard!" Frankie called out as she impatiently waved Tricia into the lounge.
"Tricia?" Richard said with surprise as he entered the room. He walked up to Frankie, who embraced him in a way that Tricia was sure was just to make her jealous (or vomit).
At 5'8", Richard was actually shorter than this Frankie character so the scene looked quite ridiculous. His chin was rested on her enormous chest, without needing to bend over to do it.
Tricia looked down at her own modest chest. It was suddenly obvious why Richard had dumped her, he probably met Frankie before they even split up.
"What are you doing here, Tricia?"
Tricia panicked. She hadn't expected Richard to have another girl just two weeks after their break-up. She had been hoping he was alone and preferably miserable... she definitely hadn't counted on enacting her revenge with a spectator.
She'd even pre-programmed her desired transformation into the remote in her pocket, she had been planning on a zap-and-go strategy. If she also wanted to get Frankie - someone she had already developed a healthy dislike to - she would need time to reprogram the remote or just settle for zapping them both with the same transformation template...