Don watched as James' body reshaped itself. Now, instead of James, there was a beach goddess standing before Don, her golden hair cascading halfway down her back, her pink bikini doing nothing to hide her obvious charms.
"Hey, Babe, you ready to surf?" asked Don.
The girl who had been James gave Don a loving look. "Sure thing, lover," she replied, all memory of James having fled from her mind, replaced with memories of Don's girlfriend, Jane.
Don smiled at his new girl. Then he carefully put the palm into his pack...