“Better get changed. This clothes are ruined,” Joel explained to himself. He pulled the white singlet, laughed slightly at the overtly tropical bathers, and undressed. He stopped for a moment once he was left in his underwear. What was he doing? Was he just going to put on any old clothes he found?
He then shrugged. He didn’t like the clothes he brought here anyway. Plus, he had no time to stop and think. He needed to find Chris and get out of this place. He pulled up the bathers and the singlet. They were a little loose, but they seemed to fit. Joel noticed how comfortable they were. Soft, calming, almost relaxing...
He paced over towards a mirror and looked over himself. The singlet looked good, even if he didn’t have much to show. The shorts, despite their stupid islander look, seemed to suit him. He began to move from the mirror when a warm sensation washed over him like sunlight.
“No! I came in here to keep cool!”
Joel turned to the mirror, turned the taps on, and rinsed his face with a load of water. Still, the sun-like warmth hammered into him. He turned to the mirror, and caught his reflection.
No, that can’t be right...