During the afternoon they didn’t do a lot. Henry finished his book then contacted the office and delayed their return for two days. He was just glad it wasn’t a video call.
That evening they had dinner at the pool bar. By now Henry was feeling quite comfortable in his Rachel guise. Alicia had offered that Henry could wear the little black dress they had purchased that day but Henry was enjoying wearing his blue silk dress, so after freshening up with a shower and disguising any potential body odour with his Chanel No. 5 they had arrived at the bar, both in heels once more. They recognised some of the puppies from the other day and Henry enjoyed smiling at the admirers. He was glad there was no sign of Alex.
After dinner they remained at the bar enjoying a few drinks as a band began to play. Alicia was surprised when Henry accepted an offer of a dance from one of ‘Rachel’s’ admirers. She watched as her husband danced quite provocatively by the poolside. She wondered where he had learnt to wiggle his bum so seductively. Not to be left out she accepted a similar offer shortly after.
They were still poolside after 10. A second band was replacing the first. Alicia took Henry aside and suggested he mix up who he danced with. She warned that to continually dance with the same puppy would be leading them on too far and reminded him that he was unobtainable. Henry nodded in acknowledgement. Fortunately, he had no shortage of puppies so could stay on the dance floor as long as he wanted.
Henry was amazed at how easy it was to get his drinks for free. All he had to do was smile and nod his pretty little head and a drink was presented to him. All the puppies seemed to demand in return was that Henry dance with them next.
Seeing that Henry was enjoying himself, Alicia decided that she would do so as well. She was perhaps a bit more choosy about who she danced with and didn’t accept every offer, however like Henry she had no trouble having as many dances or drinks as she wanted.
None of the puppies had the impressive build of Alex and she kept looking around the room in the hope that he might show. He didn’t, but that didn’t really matter, the band was very good and both she and Henry were enjoying themselves. Watching Henry cavorting with a surfer looking guy made her realise just how attractive she herself was. The smile on Henry’s face, which she knew to be identical to her own, was quite captivating and those breasts were really quite impressive.
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Alicia knew she shouldn’t really blame Henry. She was just as much at fault as he was. Now they were stuck. Time had flown so quickly. One minute it had just been 10.30 yet when they next looked at the clock it was after midnight. The band had kept playing and both of them had enjoyed dancing and probably drunk too much. Realising they were in trouble as soon as the band had begun to pack up. Alicia had grabbed her ‘sister’ and dragged her back to the suite. Sure enough, the clock on the wall showed 12.09.
Henry seemed too drunk to understand the consequences. They were now stuck with swapped arms for the duration of their holiday. Alicia did not particular like having big muscular arms that she had to hide under long sleeves.
‘It’s no big deal’ uttered Henry. ‘It’s only two more days. Once the doll is finished we will be ourselves again. Arms are easy to hide. Much easier than breasts and a pretty face’
‘What do we do?’ said a now sobbing Alicia.
‘We take the satchel anyway. We should have done so before we went out. Say goodbye to your hair'
The sobbing Alicia just nodded her head in agreement. Henry retrieved the brown satchel and briefly contemplated the white one. He recalled there had been a misunderstanding about how many satchels made up the doll. That Margo woman had suggested there were 14 satchels but at the time Henry had only counted 13. Was the white satchel the fourteenth and did that mean they needed to consume that as well to lift this curse? If so what did it change? Were they meant to consume that as well? He had no idea.
He took the brown satchel to the kitchenette and filled a glass of water in which he placed the satchel. After waiting for it to dissolve he drank half then returned to Alicia, who was still sobbing on the couch. He made her drink the remaining fluid then coaxed her into the bedroom.
They disrobed and put on their pyjamas. Henry didn’t think twice about putting on the pale blue chemise. He recognised that now wasn’t a good time to suggest sex. Despite Mister Marvellous being erect after being released from its confines he just cuddled his still distressed wife as they fell asleep.