Alice felt the ground seem to shake beneath her. The illusions and all semblances of Beach Police and the PSA vanished. Suddenly, it was like Alice had just been tossed into the air. Everything became a sharp, hissing static, and then -
When her feet hit the ground, she immediately felt . . . different. She looked down. Gone was the sexy bikini of "Beach Police." Instead, she she wore a big pink robe and slippers. She was in a bedroom of some kind - clearly a house, but it all looked somewhat cheap. Almost like a hotel. She felt something shift in her stomach. Alice looked down, between her cleavage, and saw that, yes, she was pregnant once again.
"You okay there, honey?"
The voice of a MAN came from the bed. She spun around. She recognized him from somewhere, but couldn't place him.
"Could it be that watermelon you ate?" he asked cheekily.
Laughter as if from nowhere roared through the room. Alice put it together: she was in a damn sitcom.
"Yeah, a watermelon. Very funny," she replied, hands on her back. "If I ate a watermelon, then you're the one that gave me the seed."
More laughter.
She looked in the mirror and was surprised to find she was older - in her mid-to-late thirties, if she had to guess.
Alice grabbed some clothes and walked into the bathroom to change. She felt weird; older and heavier. Her belly was huge, almost to the point of being fake. There was a knock on the door.
"Hey honey, you need some help in there?" he asked, to the cheers and laughter of the invisible auidence. She waited for them to calm down.
"Oh, I think you've helped enough."