"If you insist." The strange, coarse voice whispers somthing into a telephone.
"Is there a problem?" You and Becky both nearly jump out of your skins as a deep male voice suddenly comes from behind you. "I'm the manager."
You turn and see a huge, fat man in a red coat and an old-fashioned black hat. His cheeks are rosy and he looks almost like Sanata Claus dressed up for a party. Except there is something disturbing about his eyes.
Becky plunges right in. "Yeah, there's a problem! We waiting in line here forever, and then got told this is for boy's only! There's no sign anywhere, and besides, that is discrimination!"
The man clucks his tongue. "I am very sorry, miss. Most people know that Pleasure Island is a boys-only club. However, if you and your friend wish to enter, I will be happy to pass you through. After all, the customer is always right."
Becky grins triumphantly at you. "See? All you have to do is stick up for yourself! Come on!" She grabs your arm and drags you throught he gate and onto the waiting Ferry Boat.
The two of you are surrounded by shouting, excited boys of all ages. As the Ferry fills up, you get pushed more and more. Then the deck lurches as the boat pulls away and heads for Pleasure Island. You stumble and fall against a really tall kid who looks like an over-sized 13 year-old.
"Watch it, kid!" He pushes you away. "Before I punch your nose in!"
"I'm not a kid!" you shout angrily. But your voice sounds funny. Then you realize that more than the one kid looks tall. All of the boys around you look huge. A kid with wild, tangled hair and a strangely familiar face comes over to you. He look scared. "It happened to you, too!"
"Wat are you talking about?" You ask nervously, still trying to clear your throat.
The boy stares at you with wide eyes. "It's me, Becky! We've both turned into boys!"