((Your friend is a recovering addict. Special drugs had changed her overnight from 5 foot 7, and 180 pounds, to 7 feet tall and 320 pounds of almost all muscle. She's extremely aggressive and dominant now. No longer kind, or second-guessing, but always dealing with some incredibly intense emotion.)) You walk into your apartment, and are surprised that Beth had broken in, though it wasn't the first time. She waves at you, her head almost skimming the ceiling, her now-black hair running down to her waist as she walks to you, her hips swaying, her sports bra and short shorts leaving little to the imagination. "Finally, I thought you'd never get here." She growls. "I've been feeling a need."