A glowing light surrounded Damon, and he was lifted into the air. He and the genie floated outside the front door and over the houses and streets toward the ocean. Damon looked down over the earth and saw cars and people frozen in place, as though time was frozen for all except Damon and the genie. As they floated, Damon felted heavier and heavier, with more and more pressure building up inside him, as though something was bloating within him and desperately needed to get out. Finally, they arrived at what to Damon seemed like a familiar beach, except the beach seemed to be missing! There was a massive hole in the ground, ending in pure bedrock, as though the coast had just been excavated away. The water wasn't filling it, though: the ocean seemed to be frozen in time, too.
The genie landed gently on the sand near the edge of the hole, and the magical glow gently deposited Damon on what was left of the beach, too. He kneeled, rubbing his tummy, and felt dizzy and full, like he couldn't hold something in any longer. It felt like the pressure was about to burst through his mouth, like he was getting ready to vomit or something. He toppled forward onto his forearms, leaned over the hole, and felt a warm grainy substance fill his mouth. There was no way he could hold back the surge. He opened up and released a massive surge of sand out of his own insides. Where was it all coming from? He had filled the hole about a quarter of the way in less than a minute! He was releasing more sand into this hole than would have fit inside his house, much less his body.
Although Damon still felt explosively full of what was turning out to be sand, he also felt rather empty somehow. His awareness was duller, and his emotions were less present. It was as though his own soul were getting vomited out of him along with the sand. It was when the hole was almost halfway full that he realized this feelings weren't gone, they just weren't inside his body anymore (at least not to the same extent). All this sand part of him, both physically and metaphysically, and almost half of it was in the hole.
Damon had wanted to stop vomiting long enough to catch his breath, but by the time the hole was over half full, the urge to breathe was gone. He couldn't even feel a beating heart in his chest, but still he remained conscious, surging out of his own mouth between his eroded teeth into the hole that had been made for him. He couldn't really feel anything inside his body cavity except the pressure of more sand. He was mostly sand now, and sand didn't need to eat or excrete or breath. He was mostly sand now, and he was mostly down in the pit.
By the time his eyes and brain turned into sand and poured out of his nostrils, sockets and ear holes, Damon realized that he didn't really need to see and hear anymore. He just had a sort of intuitive awareness of where he was and what was happening. It was like smell, touch, and hearing all rolled into one. He felt his own grains surging through the openings of his old body and piling over top of each other down in the pit. When the pit was finally almost full, even his bones were missing, as they had been magically converted into gargantuan amounts of sand and vomited into the hole. His old body was just a husk of flabby skin with sand pouring out of the openings. At last, even his skin and clothes dried up and disintegrated into sand, and Damon's transformation into a beach was complete.
The world started moving again. The sun started to set. Seagulls glided overhead, seeking their dinner. The ocean water splashed up and down the massive surface area of Damon's new form. The genie stepped out onto Damon's surface grains gleaming under the sun.
"Well, Damon, if Monica loves long walks on the beach, then she will certainly love you. This looks like a great place for her and Thomas to make out while watching the sunset. It would be so romantic." Then she vanished back into her lamp and was gone.