Gif: YOU SHOULD BE FLATTERED!

EXT. ROMAN STREET – DAY

A bright, sunny afternoon. LUCA (30s, tall, handsome, enormous pompadour) is swaggering down the street when he spots a voluptuous woman in a tight black dress. He lets out a low, appreciative whistle. The woman glares at him and he grins.

LUCA: Relax, bambolina! It's natural for men to desire a sexy ciccia like you! You should be flattered!

The woman mutters something that doesn't quite sound like Italian, gestures in his direction and storms off. LUCA chuckles and starts down the street once more, but as he walks his hips begin to take on a new sway, his dark hair grows long and wavy and his clothes pull tight against curves that weren't there before. Soon he's transformed into a gorgeous woman strutting along in high heels and a figure-hugging dress, his earrings swinging and his impressive new bosom bouncing with every step, but somehow he doesn't seem to realize he's changed. Men on the street stop and gawk, practically drooling at the sight of him. One man actually walks into a lamp post.

PASSERBY #1: Madonna mia! What a body!

PASSERBY #2: Look at those legs! Perfection!

LUCA smirks and we hear his thoughts in VOICE OVER.

LUCA: (V.O.) All that time in the gym must really be paying off. I've become so strong, so powerful, these guys are in awe of my manly physique! Well, I suppose I can't blame them. They don't see a stallion like me every day!

A distracted BICYCLIST plows right into a man pushing a fruit cart, tipping it over. When the men get up they're so busy staring longingly at LUCA that they don't even notice they're both smeared with dirt and bits of squished fruit.

BICYCLIST: (Dazed) Who is she?

FRUIT CART MAN: (He beams, revealing he's lost a tooth in the crash) The girl of my dreams!

LUCA bounces along, oblivious to the carnage he's causing, but then the cute little purse he didn't realize he was carrying slips off his shoulder and plops at his feet. He looks down at it with a frown.

LUCA: That's strange. Where'd that come from?

He moves to stoop down and grab the purse but his skirt is too tight, squeezing his legs together. He wobbles on his high heels for a moment, finally realizing something is off.

LUCA: (V.O.) What the hell? Why can’t I bend? And... why do I suddenly feel so... bouncy?

He stands up straight, catching sight of his reflection in a store window. He gasps, touches his smooth cheek and gives his cleavage an experimental poke with one of his long, red nails.

LUCA: No! That can't be me! I'm not a... a...

A car pulls up at the curb and the male DRIVER leans out and whistles.

DRIVER: Ciao, bellissima! Come take a ride with me, eh?

LUCA looks horrified, but then he hears his own words echoing in his mind.

LUCA: (V.O.) Relax, bambolina! It's natural for men to desire a sexy ciccia like you! You should be flattered...

FADE OUT.