Toni provokes Julia first.

The cheeks of your face are burning more redly than the cheeks of your ass which Lee just slapped as your fellow escapees gather together. While your own thoughts and feelings about the gang leader's attitude towards you are somewhat mixed, his display of affection or possible ownership is somewhat embaressing in front of the other genderswapped criminals.

"Ooooh, Steph's got herself a boyfriend." Toni giggles, grinning at you. "Careful girls, she might not talk to us now she's the leader's bitch."

"Who you calling girl motherfucker?" Julia growls at the little mobster. "You might want that dumb ho body, but it sure ain't everyone as fucked in the head as you."

"No?" Toni asks, looking at the big black ganger mischieviously. "I seem to recall hearing someone moaning 'Yeah, harder. Fuck my black cunt with that big white cock' just a few minutes ago."

Julia looks ready to explode and balls her fists as she steps toward Toni. The little Italian skips back laughing and easily avoids the clumsy punch thrown at her head. You step in quickly and pull Julia back before she can continue to swing punches at Toni.

"Cool it Lincoln." You tell Julia. "You know Toni's just screwing with you to get a reaction. And you Mauro, knock it off for fuck's sakes. Lincoln's right about that, not everyone is adjusting as quick as you."

"Yeah, yeah. No offense meant big guy. I was just fucking with you." Toni says. "You wanna kiss and make out? Oops I meant make up, honest."

Julia is still seething, but her fists relax and you feel the tension go out of her body as you are holding her. You let her go and she steps away from Toni muttering and swearing under her breath.

You take a look at the other two transformees to gauge how they are holding up. Tamara, you see had moved close to Toni's side during the altercation and her tiny fists were ready. Julia would have swatted the kid with one hit, but the scrawny redhead was clearly prepared to fight for Toni. Rihanna had ignored the stand off and taken the opportunity to retrieve and put on her boxer shorts. Her arms are clasped to her chest, trying to hide her small breasts. The Arab looks a bit shellshocked, but at least she isn't crying or freaking out.

"If you sluts are done with the squabbling and drama we'll get you something to wear." Chrissie tells your group, evidently amused by all this. She turns to the small biker chick. "Miggy I'll need some of your stuff. My tops might fit the others, but Ginger and the Arab's tits are so small they would look like little girls playing dress up in mummy's clothes if they wore my stuff."

"You two go with Miggy." Chrissie points to Rihanna and Tamara. "The rest of you follow me. First you bitches need to scrub down. I got little enough clothes with me on this run without you getting cum and dirt all over what I lend you."