Before Marcus returned to the lifeguard station, he decided that he’d rather just continue patrolling the beach despite his trial shift having finished, just so he could enjoy Ryan’s body a bit longer. As he reached the cove-like area at the other end of the beach from the small building, he noticed a group of young adults holding a party - although it looked more like a rave, to be honest. There were about a dozen drugged-up partygoers in brightly-coloured clothes with a large amount of alcohol and obnoxious EDM music playing extremely loudly on their several wireless speakers as they yelled and danced about. Marcus decided to approach the group, bellowing in his new deeper voice, “Alright guys, I’m going to need you get out of here or I’m calling the police. Get yourselves out of here and stop bothering the other beach users.” While a few of them followed his orders and started stumbling away from the group, one particular man, covered in body paint and wearing nothing but baggy parachute pants yelled back, “What th’ fuck y’all gonna do about it?” while brandishing some sort of large piece of wood. Although it was probably just driftwood, and he probably wasn’t going to do anything, he ran back to the station to call the police on the phone there.
Swinging open the door, Marcus scanned the cluttered room for the phone. Ryan seemed to have disappeared somewhere, but Marcus noticed his body-swap tablet lying on the desk and got an idea. Picking it up, he scrolled through the wide array of options and realised that it could change just about anything about a person or object - perfect for his plan. He ran back along the beach with the tablet in hand, and found himself realising that he had a much deeper understanding of various aspects of being a lifeguard than earlier - must be thanks to the tablet somehow, he assumed. He also found that he enjoyed the feeling of running freely in the wetsuit with the wind blowing against him, and found it quite liberating.
Anyway, he eventually reached the end of the beach again - there were now only about 5 people left there, including the one who shouted at him earlier. Marcus hid behind a rock formation while still making sure he could see them, and checked the tablet’s interface. It automatically showed him profiles of each of the individuals, so he selected the man and looked through the options. A little disappointingly, despite the huge array of options consisting of anything from body hair percentage to ear lobes, he could only select one option - the preset ‘Lifeguard’ option. He did also notice that the man’s name was Connor, apparently. Clicking the preset did in fact adjust most of the other stats for him, so Marcus simply pressed ‘Confirm’ and turned to watch the group.
Immediately, the man’s body paint disappeared, exposing his pale skin. He was rather lanky and slim, which changed rapidly as he started to bulk up. He paid no attention and continued dancing as his chest puffed out with his previously nonexistent pecs and his biceps swelled with muscle, and although they weren’t visible underneath his loose clothing, his legs went through the same process of growth. His skin also tanned due to hours of being out in the sun every day, and his long blonde dreadlocks were pulled up and tied into a neat man bun to keep his hair out of the way for doing his job. At this stage, his friends simply seemed to just pack up and leave, obliviously walking past Marcus as they left the beach. Connor’s face was kept pretty much identical, with the only exception being his scraggly beard being shortened into a little bit of stubble, suiting his handsome face nicely. Finally, his pants suddenly tightened against his legs and became a perfectly smooth black neoprene material, allowing Marcus to see that as well as the changes he could see, his ass had been blown up nicely, and his cock seemed to be rock hard and well above average from the looks of it - evidently, the changes felt pretty good. His neoprene leggings stretched up his abdomen and entirely coated his chest, shoulders, and arms, where it became a bright red and yellow colour to match Marcus’ wetsuit.
The brand new Connor sauntered in Marcus’ direction, blissfully unaware, and as he approached his fellow lifeguard, said, “Glad I managed to break up those rascals,” in a surprisingly smooth and calm voice. “Me too,” replied Marcus with a smile, before walking along the beach with Connor back to the lifeguard station. Marcus was a little surprised when Connor gently took Marcus’ meaty right hand in his left, and continued walking, holding hands, as if this was perfectly normal. “I love working in this job with you,” smiled Connor, and Marcus simply nodded back with an awkward smile. It would seem that the pair were more than just work partners in this reality.