"Look, the pool house over there has a locker room in it. You can relieve yourself of that chili dog in their bathrooms. Come on." Trevor grabs your arm and hauls you towards the large brick building. Over the front is a huge picture of a wave and a stylized font advertising a wet and wild experience swimming in the largest pool on Pleasure Island.
As you enter the man at the door hands you each a bag and says "Please observe the rules kids. Proper swimwear is required, other than that, there are no rules so have fun and go crazy!" his grin spreads from ear to ear. From inside you hear the yelling and splashing of about 30 people in the pool doing just that.
"Ugh..." you grip your chest again as your gut rumbles. You feel a pressure in your crotch and you look up at Trevor "We better hurry. I dont think I can hold it." your head is beginning to throb a little too.
Entering the locker room you make a dash for a toilet stall and slam the door shut as you whip off your pants and underwear. Trevor sets his bag down and looks inside, making a frown as he examines its contents.
From inside the stall you relax and fart so loud you laugh. Gas must have been the culprit all this time. Funny though, your dick is hairless and you could have sworn it wasnt before. Even your chest is now free of hair entirely and if you arent mistake you have gained a little weight. You look a bit bloated around the middle. Your headache continues despite the relief of pressure in your bowels, and as your little balloon gently floats up and bonks its head on the ceiling, you feel something gently pat the top of your head.
Dismissing it as part of your headache you look down at the bag the attendant gave you, you pull out a shiny blue swimsuit, bikini style. It will cover only what counts and leave little to the imagination as you pull it on and feel it press tightly against your crotch. Being totally free of body hair, it slides on with ease and feels pretty sensual.
Oh well. Thats the rule. When in rome.
You emerge from the stall and see Trevor standing before you wearing a little black speedo with a green triangle on the front. "Ha! You look marvelous." you say in your best Billy Crystal impersonation.
"I feel naked. But I do wanna swim. Lets go!" Trevor steps closer to you and looks puzzled.
"Whats that?" he says looking at your forehead.
"Whats what?" you asked reaching up and feeling the tiny bumps on either side. They are soft and squishy, but definately pushing their way out of your forehead as you explore them. "I... I dont know..." you stammer.
"Horns. They look like red horns. Shiny too.... and... they are getting bigger..." Trevors voice trails off as he stares at your forehead and your new inflating red horns, shiny and red as they emerge from your skull.
"Ungh..." you grunt as you feel your head swim with dizyness. "I feel wierd."
"Thats nothing man... you look wierd. So does your balloon!" Trevor says as he backs away from you slowly, fear in his eyes.