Greta knew she fell in love far too easily.

She hadn't always been like that. She'd once been as sexless and genderless as the rest of her species. In fact, she hadn't had very many unique traits to make her stand out from the rest of her batch. That was until the gremlins had invaded the Splice O' Life center, and each one of them had guzzled the first vial of chemicals they could get their hands on.

Greta got her hands on the vial with Venus and Mars symbols on it. She immediately developed female traits, and hormones that were in overdrive. So much so that she fell in love with the first man she laid eyes on. She marked Head of Security Frank Forster all over with her lips. When he tried to get away, she held tight to his leg. She'd just found the love of her life, and she wasn't about to let him go. She chased him in and out of offices, supply closets, and break rooms. But she wouldn't give up. She'd already decided she was going to make Forster her husband.

She managed to corner him in the executive bathroom in her wedding dress, and he finally relented. But after their wedding night, he escaped her. And she hadn't seen him since.

Since she left the Clamp Center, though, Greta had fallen in love again and again and again. She'd ravished men and women alike. And it felt so good to her. But it never felt quite as special as it had with Frank.

There was something else she knew could always cheer a girl up, though: shopping!

She made her way to the nearest shopping mall. Some of the lights were painfully bright, but a quick trip into the dark employees only section fixed that. A few sabotaged fuses later, and the entire mall was a lot darker.

"Shouldn't we close early, evacuate the customers?" one member of management asked as she sneaked by them.

"Are you crazy?" another said. "On one of the busiest shopping days of the year? We're not going to lose out on all that money just because a few overhead lights are out! Most of the stores are dimly lit for 'mood lighting' anyway."

"Can we at least get maintenance to look at it?"

"Eventually. But they're working on heating right now. If it gets any colder in here, the cold will drive off customers faster than darkness will."

Greta hid in the shadows as she surveyed the crowd until someone caught her eye, and then she slipped into the trendy clothing store he was heading to.

Randy J. looked at the display between the men's and women's section of the store and noticed something unusual. There was a mannequin that was so bizarre, he thought it must have been part of a Halloween display that hadn't been taken down with the rest.

She was three feet tall and covered in reptilian scales, emerald green. She had long, slightly uneven, leathery ears. And she had distinctly feminine curves, a tiny waist but round breasts and hips. She was wearing vine green stiletto heels, with rose decorations on the ankles. She had skinny legs and then a short, purple-tinted leopard-printed dress. Over the dress she was wearing a scarlet leather jacket with studded sleeves and a furry high collar. She had large hoop earrings at the end of each long ear. Her long lashes were thick with mascara, and her reptilian eyes were surrounded by violet eye shadow and several stubby little horns. She was wearing a red hair clip with a rose design in her silky, voluminous green hair. Her long arms practically came down to her feet. And her huge, thick lips were positively dripping in glossy crimson lipstick.

As Randy J. stared at the curious mix of fashion and horror, he was surprised when Greta smiled at him, showing off a mouth filled with razor sharp teeth. She puckered her lips at him and he was so shocked he stumbled back and nearly fell over.

Greta ran across the floor in a blur, hiding in the center of a round clothing rack like a child would. Curious, Randy crept closer to it.

She pulled him in so his pelvis disappeared into the clothes. He could feel her face muzzling up against his groin, concealed by all the clothes on the rack. Her palm massaged him until he was semi-hard. Then she unzipped him, a sound that seemed so loud to him he thought the whole store must have heard.

Her fingers went into the flap in his boxers and found his manhood, pulling it through the gap. Randy pulled the clothes apart enough to see Greta licking up and down her three long, spindly fingers, ending in three crimson claws, and then she pulled the clothes back and grabbed tight on to his member, yanking hard on it until a moan escaped his lips.

He grabbed hard on to the rack and tried to push away. Greta responded by taking her free hand and reaching out through the clothes to dig her claws in to one of his butt cheeks. Then she let go of him to use her other hand to grab tight to his other butt cheek. She pulled him in even further, and then he was in her mouth.

Randy peered down through the clothes again. Greta's eyes looked up at him and she batted her long lashes while she continued to enthusiastically suck on his throbbing member.

He grabbed the fixture tightly while biting his own fist to try to keep from moaning. He noticed someone else approaching the same fixture to browse through the clothes on it. Greta's lips slid away from his manhood, and Randy quickly used the clothes to try to hide his exposed member. He peaked back down through the clothes. No sign of Greta.

Randy readjusted himself and zipped up before leaving the fixture and running for the exit. He tried to adjust his shirt and pants to hide his bulge. He was undeniably hard from Greta nearly sucking his rod clean off the rest of his body.

A long, scaly arm reached out from the winter coats on the wall and yanked him off of his feet, pulling him into the space between the coat rack and the wall. Her thick, warm, sticky lips pressed against his cheek. Then his other cheek. She kissed his face over and over until he managed to pry her off of him and throw her to the floor. She closed her eyes and lunged at him, but he stepped out through the jackets so she ended up making out with the wall instead of him.

He ran to the back of the store, in to the dressing room. He ran straight in to the first stall and pulled the curtain closed.

First he noticed the red leather jacket and leopard print dress strewn on the floor. Then he saw Greta admiring herself in the mirror. She had obviously found her way to the lingerie section. She was wearing a frilly pink bra and panties. The panties said "Don't be afraid of how you feel" on them. She was also wearing a pink garter belt and pale pink micro fishnet lace top thigh highs.

She turned to him, and Randy was so startled he walked backwards into the wall of the dressing room and was too stunned to move.

Greta removed her bra and began twirling it around in the air like a pair of nunchucks, her ample breasts swaying while she kept performing tricks with the bra. One end snapped behind Randy's neck, and then Greta caught the other end with her other hand, using the bra to pull Randy's face straight into her bosom. She rubbed her soft, yellow boobs all over his face and traced his lips with each of her firm, green nipples. Then she pulled him into a long, passionate kiss on the mouth. When he tried to push her away, she took the bra away from his neck and used it to tie up his hands. Then she pulled his pants and his boxers down.

Randy tried to stand up. Greta wrapped her legs around his waist. She pulled her panties down enough for him to enter her. Then she grabbed the stall wall as she humped him into it.

She thrust harder and harder and faster and faster. She made little whimpers and moans, but they were drowned out by Randy's loud groaning.

"Is everything okay in there?" a store employee asked from the other side of the curtain.

Randy erupted inside of Greta like a volcano. She dropped to the floor, crawled under the stall, and disappeared.

"Is everything okay in there?" the store employee asked again.

Randy poked his lipstick-stained face out through the curtain and panted for breath.

"I think I'm gonna need a little more time," he said.