“Eh? Nononono, shit!” You dozed off in the tub, sleeping long enough for the bubbles to dissipate, and are woken up by the creak of the front door opening. They don’t announce themselves but there’s only one other person who has keys to the house. You took EVERY precaution, watched your girlfriend drive off, waited an AGONIZING hour in case she forgot something at home before retrieving your treasure from the hiding spot behind the fridge: a lighly-used woman’s blouse, and the fabled Medallion of Zulo. You almost wouldn’t let yourself believe what you had was the real deal, but your faith was rewarded in droves. Feeling your awkward body shrink, your hard, angular parts filled in with soft, womanly flesh, that made the long wait of finally using this thing worth it. Sloughing off your gross boy clothes, you decide to start your self-exploration in the bath. Having the warm water relaxing your sensitive skin while teasing your new equipment was too overstimulating, blissfully slipping out of consciousness. An explosive start, and you had the whole weekend to continue your horny escapades. Or so you thought. By all accounts, your girlfriend’s supposed to be on a plane right now, not here to catch you with your pants down! You’re not sure how long it has been, but there’s no way you’ve been in the tub for twelve hours, so even IF you make it to the living room where the Medallion is, you couldn’t transform back into your own body. You slink lower into the water, staying as quiet as you can. Maybe, by some miracle, she won’t stay long, missing you entirely. For all your planning, you don’t have a clue on how to explain to your girlfriend how the naked intruder lurking in her bathroom is actually you. And why you look suspiciously identical to her best friend... [tpi][/tpi]