You grab a towel that was just used by a hot teenage girl, around the age of 19. She caught you eye just as you came up to the bin. You can still smell her scent on the towel. You throw the towel around your shoulders and walk out to the beach, find a chair, lie the towel down on it, and lie back closing your eyes. As you feel the warm rays beat down you relax and begin to dose off. You're soon interrupted by a man saying, 'Miss, this isn't a topless beach. I'm going to have to ask you to cover up."
You open your eyes at that figuring there must be a topless woman somewhere. It takes a while for your eyes to adjust to the sunlight. When they do you see a man from hotel security standing at the foot of your chair. 'Can I help you', you ask and immediately notice something is wrong with your voice.
'Yes Miss, you need to cover up. This is not a topless beach. We have families around here. The topless beach is half a mile that way', he responds.
You then notice you're staring at the man between two very large mounds of flesh sitting on your chest. 'What the fuck', you exclaim while leaping to your feet. You grab the towel and quickly cover up. In a panic you run of the beach and back up to your room loosing your swim trunks along the way. You slam the room door shut and head for the mirror. The person looking back at you is the teenage girl that you saw by the towels earlier. Then you remember what your brother said about the medallion and getting away from yourself. You quickly take the medallion off and look back into the mirror hoping that you'll change back. After several minutes nothing happens. 'Son of a bitch, I can't be stuck this. Ben should know how to reverse this', you shout! Those words sound weird coming out in your now very sweet voice. You snatch up the phone and call Ben's number.
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