A few hours later she woke with an urgent need and had to stifle the groan as she felt stiff and sore. Her mind was fuzzy from sleep but it was only when she went to the sink to wash her hands that she realized things had horribly returned to normal. Her bust was small again and she looked in the mirror to see the much plainer face. "Oh no," she whisper-groaned and waved her hands frantically. He couldn't know what she'd done and she had to get out of there. As fast as her legs would let her, she hurried down the stairs and put on the skimpy outfit. She couldn't cry, not yet. She dialed a cab company and wrote a quick apology note which she left on his table. The cabbie gave a bit of a sour look, obviously wondering why someone like her was wearing what she was and sneaking around in the middle of the night. For the first time, she was late for her shift in the lab and she moved rather stiffly. She wondered what he would act like, knowing what a great time he had and wishing ... well, that didn't matter.