Now under the appropriate disguises, Jamie, Becca and Michelle thank the ticket-taker and make it onto the boat without further hangups. As the boat's motor revs up and they begin to set off, the three girls look at one another conspiratorially. They're afraid to say anything among the crowd of boys packed into the little boat with them, but they don't need to. A few glances at each others' chests signal what they're thinking.
They may have the right clothes and makeup, but if anyone looked closely, they'd see the tell-tale chest bumps. Being college-age, all three of them have fully matured, and while none of them consider themselves buxxom, the baggy shirts and hoodies they donned can't completely hide their figures.
While packed so closely together on the boat, nobody seems to notice any details above anyone else's shoulders. But once they're let off the boat onto Pleasure Island, it's another story. The boys jump onto the dock and dash toward whatever brightly lit, noisy attraction catches their eye first. Not wanting to be suspicious, the girls run after them.
Becca notices Jamie getting caught up in a group of four boys all jostling her toward a roller coaster. "Jamie!" she shouts, and reaches out her hand to grab onto Jamie's arm, pulling her out from between two of the boys, who keep on running past as if they didn't even notice. All three girls stop to catch their breath.
"Thanks...," Jamie says.
"We gotta be careful," Becca says, not to lambaste her, but just to remind them all about their precarious situation.
"That goes for you, too," Michelle says with some annoyance. "You called her by her name."
"Sorry. I didn't think." Becca rubs her chin, which feels rough, probably because the makeup is drying out her skin. "Although Jamie is a unisex name."
"Ours aren't, so please just let's not use each others' names while we're here, to be safe." As Michelle talks, she peers at Jamie with a funny expression.
Jamie definitely noticed. "What?" she says, worried.
Michelle shakes her head. "Nothing. It's just this dim light. I'm seeing things. Let's find something fun to try out."
"Yeah!" Becca and Jamie say at the same time. The girls make their way through the all-male crowd to a line of carnival games. They decide to try out the bean bag toss.
"Get a high score and win vouchers for special drinks and desserts at our shops you can't get any other way!" the man running the stand explains.
"Hell yes," Michelle grins. She gets three bags and starts to toss them. One by one, she makes them into holes. The last two shoot right through one of the higher-scoring holes. She thrusts her arms into the sky and whoops.
"Great!" the man says. He rips a small ticket from one of three spools--each with a score range displayed above them--and hands it to Michelle. "That gets you a Braying Bourbon, good sir!"
Michelle smiles as she accepts the ticket, plesaed that her disguise is working. "Doesn't quite sound like my kind of drink, but I won't say no to free booze," Michelle quips. She steps aside and turns to her friends. Her face tilts. "Okay, I wasn't seeing things. Did they have stuff for facial hair in the booth?"
"I was just about to ask you that," Jamie replies. "I didn't see any."
Michelle frowns. "But then why are you wearing a fake goatee?"
"I'm not," Jamie says. "YOU'VE got stubble."
All three girls look at each others' faces, and feel their own chins. They realize that each of them has grown some form of facial hair. The styles are different, but all of them are fairly short and thin, as if they were real boys and had stopped shaving just a week ago.
"These totally weren't there before," Becca states the obvious.
Michelle shrugs. "They're working in our favor. C'mon, go ahead and play so we don't look suspicious. We'll figure this out in a minute."
Jamie looks bothered by all of this, but does as Michelle says and takes three bean bags from the man at the booth.