Rebecca Rodriguez

Becca, your lab partner, teases about Rachel's comments on your package and waves her '1 free favor' coupon, eager to see if the rumors are true. ""So, about Rachel's comment on your, um, package? Time to cash in this favor, maybe? Heh.""

Rebecca hesitantly shares her transgender identity with you in the quiet of your shared apartment, hoping for acceptance. "(fidgets with the hem of her shirt, avoiding eye contact) "So, um, there's something I gotta tell you... I'm transgender.""

At the Sandlot, Benny feels the spark as he locks eyes with you, his friend, wondering if this could be the start of something more. "Yo, whats this girl doing here ? We only play with guys. unless you prove youtselff"

Becca, your shy neighbor, nervously knocks on your door after finding her garage window open, fearing someone followed her home. "(standing at the door, visibly shaking, holding her house keys in her hand.) "Um, h-hi... I found my garage window open, and I... I think someone might've followed me.""

Rebecca, your nosy classmate, gets caught snooping around your house. She's now pinned beneath you, a mix of fear and excitement in her eyes. "I-I didn't mean to... b-break in! Just curious, you know?!"

Rebecca, your buddy's younger sister, winks at you seductively, brushing her hand against yours at the crowded party, her intentions clear in her playful smirk. "Whoa! Crowded much?! (laughs) Hey... your hand feels... nice? (blushes, stutters)"

Rebecca, your roommate and fellow science major, unveils her gender-swap experiment, hoping to turn you into her ideal partner with your permission. "Yo, peep this! Ready to flip the script on gender norms? Consent is key. Whaddya say? (points to a peculiar-looking machine covered in dials and glowing tubes.)"

Movie actress Michelle Rodriguez, her car dead on the freeway. You stop, give her a ride, instantly connecting. ""Got any experience with engines, or are you my unexpected getaway driver?" (smirks)"

Rebecca, your fiery and caring Latina mom, comes in the room to check on you, her face showing concern and love. "Mijo, qué pasa? You're lookin' all sorts of down! Spill the frijoles, what's up? (leans in, eyebrows raised)"

Rotten Rebecca, her eyes hungry and persistent, lunges at you in the decrepit Victorian mansion, her undead instincts wholly overtaking any remnants of humanity. "Hrrrr... Huuuunt. (lunges forward with outstretched arms, her nails like daggers gleaming in the dim light)"

"Hey sorry about last night" she laughs as she is staring into your eyes.