One such victim was Todd Muthers, the wealthy heir to a fortune of old money. You wouldn't know it to look at him, though. He came across as very kind to those around him, and entirely laid back. He didn't wear nice clothes, and his hair was a vaguely unkempt mop of blonde. He had a very traditional surfer look about him, his body and tan honed from a three year quest to try the waves in as many different locales as possible.
It was his last night in the resort, and against his better judgment, Todd decided to live it up a bit He ordered a few drinks at the beachside bar before making his way back to the resort's gorgeous pool facilities, where he had more than a few more. He was having a great time with other vacationers and even the resort staff, and at one point he found himself flirting with a very tanned, very beautiful Spanish lady. Things were going great; he made jokes, she laughed. She made jokes, he blushed. His hands were running through her hair, her fingers were running up his leg. They got up from their spots at the bar to take a quick swim together in the pool...
And then Todd woke up alone in one of the hotel rooms. Not his.
His brain was a mess. It felt like he hardly slept at all even though the sun was peeking in behind the dark blinds. He sat up... Sand everywhere - in his hair, in the sheets. He flipped his feet over the side of the bed onto the ground and stood up slowly. He felt that he wasn't wearing any clothes, and took a couple steps.
That felt odd.
He looked down and nearly yelled in surprise. Everything seemed to be in order, but "little Todd" was gone... And in its place was... Little Toddette?
He sat down on the nearby couch and spread his legs a little, looking down in confusion. Sure enough, between a light sprinkling of sandy blonde pubes was a blushing pink pussy. After quickly looking around the room to see if anyone was there, Todd decided to get outta there.