Alice blinked a couple of times. She found herself on the beach, the sun almost artificially bright, attractive people in very little clothing milling about, playing with beachballs, splashing in the impossibly blue sea.
She looked down at herself. Her arms instinctively folded over herself... even her clothes had changed! She was dressed in a skimpy black bikini, barely holding up her hefty chest. One one breast was gold letters 'BEACH POLICE CADET'. Her hair had been brushed back into a neat old-fashioned bob, held back with an Alice band.
She looked around to see a number of woman in their early twenties, each impossibly attractive, the right balance of toned and fit to busty and big-assed. Their hair spanned redhead to brunette, but was primarily blondes, each with glossy thick hair that looked like it had been freshly blown out. They wore matching black bikinis to hers, with one difference: they read 'BEACH POLICE'. Alice, along with all these women, stood in a rough semi-circle around a burly black man, his hair shorn to the skull, in a pair of black trunks with a police badge pinned to the waist.
Her eyes went wide. Wait, was she... was she in this shitty show her dad always liked to watch. Beach Police? God, it was just women in skimpy outfits solving increasingly implausible crimes in this dumb, 70s low budget TV style. So... She glanced down at her hand. The TV remote! It must have done... something!
The big man was still speaking, and she'd clearly appeared mid-conversation, but no one reacted as if her presence was anything unusual. "... so Cynthia, Vanessa, you'll be looking for those smugglers today. Good luck! And new with us today is our current cadet and intern, Miss Alice Carter!" Alice waved nervously, forcing a shaky smile. She guessed she should... just roll with it until she could figure out a way to escape? She was oblivious to how to do it, having not bought the remote.
The big man turned to her seriously. "Now, we've had reports of teens your age selling drugs under the pier. We need you to go give them a stern talking to!" Alice blinked. A stern talking-to? God, this show was weird. Very anti-drug but thought you could just chat it out like some sort of PSA? "Can you handle that?"
She stammered nervously. "I... I think so."
The big lifeguard smiled. "Good. Now, off you go girls!" He clapped his big hands, before turning back to Alice, hand out. "Let me take that until your shift's over, I'll keep it up in the hut." He hooked a finger over his shoulder, pointing to the elevated white lifeguard station. Alice felt she had no choice but to give him the remote. He didn't even seem to register what it was, as Alice stood disorientated, women jogging off in all directions, their bodies jiggling. Suddenly she realised... the world was in slo-mo as they bounced, the better to let viewers watch. God, this was disgusting!
Eventually she managed to turn, looking out over the beach. The pier was not too far away, long and topped with beachside attractions and rides, but the underneath clearly dark and sheltered from the sun between the giant wooden pylons holding the entire pier aloft.