Marty and Rachel decided to pack their things and get back home as soon as they could. The next morning they checked out of the hotel, made their trip on the bus to the capital and flew back to the mainland. They had agreed not to say anything about what had happened.
As they landed everyone was surprised that they canceled part of the vacations. They both had the same excuse: They wanted to save money and had relaxed enough.
It had passed two days since they had come. It was a good weather so they decided to throw a dinner for a friendly couple: Mary and Greg. They arrived in point and were sat at the table set in the long balcony they had, with a view over the city landscape by sunset. It all started well with both parties telling stories to each other. Mary and Rachel were great friends since college; they and Carmen formed an unbreakable trio. As Marty’s friends used to call them “The Tri-Bang Hotties”. Mary showed how sorry she was for them not having visited Carmen. Marty and Rachel switched looks and gave the same excuse again. Greg was Mary’s boyfriend and never a “bro” to Marty, but with the acquaintance they became closer. Marty remembered Greg from college who played at the football team; he had a blonde short hair with a chinstrap and was quite large, especially in his shoulders what made him looked a bit ridiculous in suits and white shirts. He was now convincing Marty to join a gym where he gave classes part-time; he was prone to accept the offer. It was when a fly buzzed over his head and got his mind completely absent of the conversation making him search for it.
“Yeah, flies are really annoying” Greg grunted after the abrupt lack of attention.
“They are” Marty agreed whilst looking up.
“The Caribbean must have been filled with them, right. And mosquitoes too” Greg commented.
“Yup! They were some really juicy ones out there” Marty commented.
“What, dude, did you eat flies down there?!” Greg chuckled.
Rachel choked on the juice.
“What?!” Marty’s attention finally shifted. The fly however flew right in front of him and landed in the table. Martin opened his mouth a frog tongue flickered, caught the fly and brought it back to his mouth where he chewed it with pleasure.
Mary screamed.
Greg jumped back yelling a “What the fuck!”
Marty realized down what he had done. His throat moved by itself and he sobbed like if he was choking. His frog tongue was then spitted out and felt on the table like a gooey rope. The throat inflated like a balloon and Marty croaked like a toad. His back jolted and his legs started to twitch, Marty jumped over the table tossing the dinner on the floor. He stretched his right leg who became muscled. His tight shoes exploded up revealing a webbed frog foot.
“He’s green!” Mary screeched.
Marty couldn’t fight it, suddenly his left leg went through the same process. His hands became webbed and his eyes enlarged become buggy, black with a golden iris. Once more there he was, sitting like a frog on top of the table. Rachel was covering hr face with shame while the visits had their back against the wall looking as if they had seen a ghost.
“You’re a frog!” Mary stated.
“Dude, you look green. But you’d be excellent back there in the college polo team”.