"You...you...you've changed," Jim said.
Sharon looked down at herself. "What are you talking about, Jim," she said. "I've always looked like this."
Suddenly, there was a sound from outside, and Sharon turned and opened the door, running outside. Someone was screaming for help.
Jim followed Sharon just in time to see her running along a beach where no beach had been before. She was running toward the ocean, where a man was waving his arm and calling for help. In a matter of minutes, she had rescued the man and stood on the beach, hands on her hips, surrounded by admirers. Jim looked back at where the house had been. It was gone.
"Um, Sharon," he said, as he pushed through the crowd. "Maybe we should get going." They began to walk toward the lifeguard station, the trail of admirers following them. He knew that most of them were staring at his girlfriend's new, baywatchified ass, but there was nothing he could do - most of them were big, strong, tanned muscle men. Jim was feeling very inadequate right about now.
"I recognize that expression on your face, Jim," Sharon said. "You're feeling inadequate, aren't you?" They had reached the lifeguard station. Sharon walked over to a locker and opened it. "This should help," she said.
Jim looked inside the locker and saw:
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