Little lady wants to be Big

You were amazed by why she had all these needles in her bag. Were they for **** of some kind? You knew of a friend's friend who had some tattoo guns, and those required needles. It's not out of the realm of possibility she was into skin art? Not really sure what they were for, you were about to put the felt case away when you noticed a little slip of white peeking out from a corner beneath the lining. Curiosity got the better of you, so you pulled on it, until a little note came out of a hidden pocket. Looking it over, you noticed it had some items listed on it.

"Trenbolone acetate? Nendralone decanoate? Methenalone enanthate?! What in the hell are THESE supposed to be for?"

You quickly close the case, stuff it into the bag, and head back to your place. No way were you going to leave this here. What if she didn't come back for it? You often run into her, so maybe showing up with this might get her trust? At least, enough trust to get her name? Devious, yes. But in all honesty, you had to know more about her and these... well, you could only assume they were chemicals. You slapped yourself mentally for thinking something potentially racist as you walked through the door, sat down at your computer, and began searching into what she had written down. Firing up a search engine, you began typing in item after item, and you immediately felt your breath taken away with the results.

"She's... These are fucking STEROIDS?!", you shouted to no one. "Does she... want to be a BODYBUILDER?"

You immediately started imagining the tiny lady, the one who constantly seemed to follow you but never get close, over time injecting herself, and every time she "ran into you", she looked thicker, bigger, bulkier. You started imagining the side effects: thicker jaw, harsher facial appearance, larger hands, deeper voice. But as you started imagining it, the oddest thing happened: you started to dig whatever your mind did to her. You thought of how she would look, her muscles jacked and vascular as she wore a Hello, Kitty! shirt. Imagining her cranking out reps while wearing a schoolgirl outfit. All that and more sprang to mind, the contrast of large and powerful with cute feminine things was making you lose your mind. You reached into the bag, pulled out the felt case, and realized one thing: you HAVE to talk to the Asian girl and get her name!