Natasha

Ron sat on the park bench, eager to see if his online date came close to matching her profile. She seemed to be everything he had selected: gorgeous, busty, into leather and pvc, and willing to date a frumpy older guy like him. Natasha seemed too good to be true.

Ron waited for hours, increasingly believing that he had been set up. He would never get to meet Natasha, he realized. But as he waited, his body began to change. Subtly at first, then more dramatically. By the time he decided to go home, he had become the spitting image of "Natasha."