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Monica cheekily stood in the middle of the bedroom as her hands covered her breasts and ass. There was something familiar about that couple. She knew that she had seen them somewhere before. But she wasn’t sure where.

Wanda entered her bedroom and stared at the naked woman that stood in her room. Gone was her cheery mood from earlier. Monica felt a chill down her spine as she stood there. She couldn’t tell if it was because Wanda was staring at her or the way she was staring at her.

“I sent my husband to work. So, it’ll be us girls. We have nothing to be embarrassed about,” Wanda said.

Monica tried to smile, but it was hard when her main concern was that her breasts were fully covered. “I don’t mean to offend you...”

“Wanda.” That name was so familiar. Could she be...?

“I just need to borrow a dress, and I’ll be on my way.”

Wanda walked around Monica and looked up and down at her. She was a beautiful woman. Wanda had to admit her long curly hair looked great, but it clashed with the style Wanda was going for. “You mentioned an energy barrier earlier.”

“Yes, I touched it, and the next thing I knew, I’m in the middle of town butt naked.”

“You know what I think?” Wanda walked over to her closet and grabbed a "modest" dress. “I think you should mind your business. Move your arms.”

“Oh, I can dress myself,” Monica said, grabbing her breasts harder.

“Nonsense, you’re a guest inside my house. It’s the least I can do.”

Monica sighed and dropped her arms, and her breasts popped into view. Wanda pulled the dress over Monica. Monica couldn’t help but feel like a kid who needed an adult to dress her. She had to admit she was surprised that it fit, and she was surprised when Monica’s ass jiggled slightly inside of it. Monica covered her hands over cleavage. Anyone who saw her could clearly tell she wasn’t wearing any underwear. “It feels tight,” Monica whispered.

It was awkward to wear such a revealing dress without any underwear, but Monica couldn’t bring herself to ask for spare underwear. Monica felt her hair and noticed that it was no longer curly but straightened and done in a beehive hairstyle. How did her hair become this way?

“You’re lucky you caught me in a good mood.” Wanda’s Sokovian accent slipped in. “You can stay, but if you cause trouble, I will not hesitate to throw you out of my home.” Monica’s eyes turned red, and the terrified look on her face melted away as Monica cheerfully smiled at Wanda. “What did you say your name was?”

Monica’s smile faltered a bit before she found her name. “Geraldine.”

Wanda’s cheerful mood and American accent returned as she said, “Geraldine, my husband is off-limits.”