Roberta, local firefighter

"Tom, what are you doing? You know I had a hard shift last night."

In front of you no longer was Rob. Instead on the couch was sitting a dirty, but buff blonde in reflective cargo pants and a star striped bra. A faint smell of charcoal was in the air. Tom resisted blushing as he noticed that Rob's, no _Roberta's _shirt was missing.

"Oh. Uhh, I was just wondering what you were doing." - Tom_ _quickly plastered together a response, trying to sound as calm as possible.

"Relaxing. But yeah, I suppose I ought to take a shower. Give me a few moments. Aaron's not home."

Confused at the last sentence, Tom led the buff woman off with his eyes, as she headed down the corridor. Taking a quick look around, Tom saw that the apartment was slightly bigger. Seems having another roommate with a job is quite helpful, though he did note the kitchen was messier. Walking around Tom noticed his movement was slightly easier and breathing smoother. Looking down, his belly had shrunk considerably. Seems like living with a woman as fit as Roberta is good motivation.

Then Tom heard Roberta calling for him, oddly enough from her bedroom.

"Hey, come here, while we have time."