Someone else finds it too.

Ross entered his apartment to find Regina and Madison sitting next to each other on the couch. Regina was anxiously smoothing out her shirt and adjusting her hair and Madison wore an uncharacteristically sullen look.

"Hey," he ventured. "What's up?"

"Nothing!" Regina immediately responded. "Just, uh, hanging out."

Madison grunted noncommittally and Ross noticed that the TV was off. "Yeah? Doing what?"

"Are you my mom?" Madison snapped in a low, testy voice. "Cone on, Gina. Let's find somewhere more private."

Ross looked with confusion at Regina, who shrugged and mouthed something he couldn't make out. Madison got up and looked around for another room.

"You feeling ok, babe?" Ross asked Madison. Regina immediately cringed and Madison scowled.

"What the fuck did you just call me?" she demanded. Instead of replying, he glared at Regina.

"Listen," she said. "The while thing was her idea, alright? I didn't-"

"Didn't feel like my idea when you were shoving your tongue down my throat," Madison muttered.

Ross looked at Regina with shock. She started to answer when Madison reiterated her request to go someplace private.

"Pat!" Ross called out, and the golem appeared from his bedroom. "Hit her with the dream script."

Madison started to ask something when her gaze met Pat's. A moment later she collapsed back onto the sofa, blowing a long raspberry that ended in a chuckle.

"That's pretty good shit," she said dreamily.

"What did you do to her?" Regina asked. She waved her hand in front of the stupefied golem, who sluggishly followed it with unfocused eyes.

"Not as much as you did, apparently. Is she even running the same base script?"

Regina briefly explained the experiment, with occasional slurred interjections from Madison.

"So why were you fucking her?" Ross demanded.

"Oh, no, we weren't fucking," Madison blurted. "We were about to when you showed up. Phew, what the fuck is going on with me? I feel so..."

She trailed off, and when it became apparent her train of thought had ground to a halt, Regina answered the question.

"I don't know! I'm not even into girls! We were just fooling around."

"I coulda gotten that puss for surrrre," Madison giggled. "You were primed for a world-class pounding."

"With what?" Regina shot back. "You don't have a dick."

"Oh, shit," Madison said softly. She looked down at her body as if noticing it for the first time. "I didn't even think about that!"

As she inspected her body, Ross continued the conversation. "You're straight, right? Why would you even do this?"

"I don't know!" Regina said, running her hands through her hair. "I thought I was straight! But between this and Lauren, I just... I think I'm turned on by the control."

"Holy shit!" Madison said as she hefted her breasts through the thin t-shirt. "My tits are huge! Way bigger than Gina's. I can get to second base with myself!"

Ross and Regina were both momentarily distracted by the spectacle of Madison reaching under her shirt and kneading her own breasts.

"Look, just put the real Madison back in and she'll explain everything better than I can," Regina pleaded. Madison pinched her own nipple and squealed.

"They're so soft!" she told Ross and Regina. "Get over here, guys! You've gotta feel these things."

"I'll put her back in a little while," Ross said.