Marty dragged himself throughout the hotel's corridor. He was tired and his clothes were soaked in sweat. Rachel was waiting for the ice cubes, he hoped she had already taking her shower.
The gap year trip after college graduation had been her idea. They had traveled in Mexico, Belize and were now somewhere in the Caribbean. The sun was setting down when they arrived at the cozy hotel after a day of traveling with a backpack and around the island. Rachel had wanted to visit her friend's Carmen ranch, but they only got themselves lost in the woods. It was a nice time, they bathed in a pond all alone and reprised their first time together.
Marty had a smirk on his face remembering it.
His feet were killing him though. They felt like rubber as if he had swimming equipment on. He entered his room and put the ice on the table. Rachel was still in the shower. He laid on the bed and removed the shoes. He put the hands behind his head and crossed the legs. He scratched his forehead and his petite goatee and closed the eyes and rest. His sweaty pits stinked. His feet hurt even more, he ignored it and kept wanting to nap. He felt humid as if someone watered him. Finally Rachel shower stopped. He heard her steps on the bathroom... Man, the pain, his body was so sore.
She got out of the bathroom and screamed. Marty woke immediatly afraid she was in danger.
"What is it... Ribbit! "
Marty croaked in awe. His throat blotted like a balloon for a second. He noticed his skin was green, with darker spots, his rubbery feeling feet were now webbed and equal to the one of a frog, just like his new hands.
"What happened to you?!"
"I don't know... I closed my eyes for two minutes and now I'm this... Werefrog."