Prophecy Fulfilled

The first thing Turner was made aware to was the lack of an alarm clock. No blaring noise to startle him awake at ungodly hours in the morning to make the commute to the city. Just sunlight entering through the glass doors by the balcony. Turner had purposefully left them open last night so that he would wake up to the sun in the morning. There was just something special about waking up that way that was enticing to him.

"Ugh...what time is it," he instinctively said, before remembering that it didn't much matter what time it was, he was essentially on a vacation. Granted, he still couldn't get over the fact that he was here because of some unfavorable pretenses, but still, a vacation is a vacation.

Climbing out of bed, he made his way over to the kitchen in his room. There wasn't anything particularly complex that he needed, so the kitchen downstairs wasn't necessary for this.

"Let's see here..." he thought aloud. "I guess I need some eggs if I'm gonna eat scrambled eggs, and some bacon would probably be nice."

As soon as the sentence finished leaving his mouth, a carton of 12 eggs and a packet of uncooked bacon appeared on the counter in front of him.

"Don't know what exactly I expected," he said nonchalantly, especially for the fact that food just appeared underneath his nose. "I guess I shouldn't be surprised, they've transported people here, what stops them from teleporting objects to me when I need them? If that's the case, then I guess some pancake batter and a griddle would be nice too."

Those, too, appeared in front of him. He was about to start whipping up a breakfast for himself when the phone in his room rang.

"Ha, reminds me of how those people used to always call my parents when we booked a room and tried to get them to buy a timeshare," he reminisced. "Guess I should probably answer it though."

He picked up the receiver and heard Kendra on the other end of the line saying "Mornin', sugar! We're getting the first challenge for your gals ready now, you fixin' to watch it?"

"Uh, well right now I'm 'fixin' some breakfast for myself, but I guess I could watch it?" he said tentatively. "Maybe provide some emotional support?"

"Oh, you won't be able to watch it in person," Kendra shut that line of thought down. "You're gonna have to watch it from the movie theater in your building."

"What? Why?"

"Just as you said, you can't be showing emotional support to any of the harem members," Kendra explained. "We need them to actually compete, you can't interfere in any way."

"What kind of challenge is it?" Turner asked. "Would it even matter if I was there?"

"That's for me to know and you to find out," Kendra teased. "Don't worry, it starts in two hours, so you got time to finish your breakfast and eat it before then."

"Uh...okay," Turner responded, a little confused by what was going on. In the movie theater? Was it going to be playing on the big screen in like a cinematic format?

"By the way, how was your sleep last night?" Kendra asked inquisitively. "Did you dream about anything?"

"That seems like a bit of a strange thing to ask...if I dreamt about anything," Turner got a little suspicious. "Why do you ask?"

"We've had some contestants in the past who have had their dreams become a little unstable," Kendra explained. "Were yours okay?"

"Yeah, they were fine, nothing special," Turner lied. In actuality, his dream, at least the only one he remembered, was...strange. He had never had anything like this happen before. There was this faceless girl that he was fucking, and every so often, he would yell out something like "I wish you had bigger tits" and the girl would suddenly gain that attribute. It was really fucking strange, but Turner wasn't about to tell that to Kendra.

"Hmm," Kendra said, merely acknowledging that Turner said something, but not really giving him any information on her thoughts. "Well, just be ready in the movie theater at five 'til 10 if you're up to watch the challenge go on."

"Alright, I will do that," Turner said, before hanging up the phone. "That was a bit odd", he thought. "I wouldn't doubt that something to do with the traveling to a different dimension does something to the brain, but it seems a little odd for Kendra to ask me about that when something strange did happen."

"Ugh, my limbs are so sore," Sara complained. "Why did I suggest swimming last night?"

"You'll be fine, you just gotta get some food in your system," Kathryn helped. "I was actually impressed with how long you stayed in the water last night, especially for not being exactly fond of swimming. Also by the fact that you suggested it and you weren't exactly great at it."

"Yeah, yeah, well y'know," Sara trailed off a bit.

"Anyways, what do you think about breakfast?" Kathryn suggested. "I'm starving, is there anywhere decent to eat on the boardwalk?"

"We could always go to that little tiki bar place near the pool that Emma was at last night, we could ask her how it was," Sara suggested back.

"Sure, that sounds good, maybe there'll be some decent food in this place," Kathryn agreed.

The pair was actually getting along famously. Sara was surprised how easy it had been to get along with Kathryn, but she had never hat trouble finding people to get along with. Kathryn was just as high-strung as Phoebe, but Sara had managed to break through that outer shell that she kept herself in and get to the core of Kathryn within less than a day.

The two of them left the house and walked down the boardwalk to Emma and Mandy's house. The morning air was salty and fairly warm, like it always seemed to be here on the island. As they rounded the first turn around the house between them, Abby was sitting on the front porch. At least...they thought it was her. She looked...different. Not only was her generally net positive outlook not present on her sullen face, but her body was...morphed.

"Abby?" Sara ventured.

"Who-oh, hey Sara, hey Kathryn," Abby answered, a bit dejectedly.

Kathryn was really concentrating hard to not say what was on the front of her mind at the second, and said very precariously, "W-what's going on?"

"Kathryn, they did it. They finally did it, and I'm not happy," Abby said, dejectedness turning to irritation. "Last night, I was tossing and turning all about, and I couldn't stop myself, and gosh I bet Liam's gonna be pissed...but my transformation. It's...Kendra followed through on it."

"I mean...it can't be all bad," Sara responded. "Lots of women would kill to look like that!"

"Really?" Abby's irritation grew. "Lots of women would kill to have tits that are juuuust too small to look fake? To have their hair reach down to their now-massive ass? To be 5'2? Is this what all women want? It's not what I wanted, I was perfectly happy with what I had before!"

"I thought you were looking forward to your transformation beforehand?" Kathryn said, trying to connect the dots.

"Look, it's one thing to think about this happening to you, and yes that was hell, but it's a whole 'nother thing when you see it happen," Abby explained. "I don't know what I was expecting, and yes there is cold comfort in knowing that I'm not waiting for something to happen, but it doesn't make it any better."

"I-well, do you want to go out for breakfast with us?" Sara offered. "It might take your mind off things, we were gonna go with Emma; you can join too."

"Honestly, food is probably just what the doctor ordered," Abby accepted. "Sure, I'll go, just...Kathryn? I know you're not really in control of it that much, but can you try your best not to say anything about it?"

"Duly noted," Kathryn said, her willpower being taxed.

The now-trio continued down the pathway, making it to the next bungalow without much problem, and then they knocked on the door and called Emma's name, not sensing any movement inside.

"I wonder if they're still asleep", Sara mused.

"Emma...probably," Kathryn inferred. "Mandy...she strikes me as the type of woman who'd think getting up past 6 was wasting the day. Which it can be, I'm just speaking objectively."

"Coming!" a voice came from inside.

"That's Emma's voice," Abby said. "Surprised she's up this early too."

Emma opened the door and stepped outside. Abby could definitely tell on her face when she noticed the changes, but thankfully she didn't say anything about them.

"So...what're we doing?" Emma asked.

"We're going to get breakfast," Sara explained. "You were at the tiki bar last night, no?"

"I was," Emma confirmed. "And I would've gotten to actually have a good time if a certain someone wasn't holding me back."

As she made that last statement, she gestured back to the house where she had just exited.

"Well, did they have anything there to eat?" Abby prodded.

"Don't know, didn't get much of a chance to check it out," Emma truthfully responded. "Mama Bear over here was trying to get me to 'not be drunk for the challenge' or something stupid like that. It's whatever though, I probably do need to do decently well for the challenge."

If she hadn't caught herself, Kathryn would've just blurted out exactly what she was thinking at that moment, which would have been detrimental. "It's kinda strange how nice everyone is being to each other, especially since we're competing. Don't get me wrong, I love spending time with these people, it's very relaxing, but is there going to be a point where we just lose it all? Are we gonna stab one another in the back? When does this all end?"

The conversation between the four of them went silent as they made it to the main lounge area where they had all met, approaching the tiki bar. Emma kept taking very furtive glances over at Abby, trying to size up exactly what it was that had happened to her.

"So, elephant in the room I guess," Abby said, her annoyance coming back as she brought up a rather unsavory topic. "I...I got changed over the night. Apparently this," she gestured to herself, "is Turner's ideal form. Take that however you will."

"Ah...I see," Emma responded, taking the information in. "I guess...I do have a lot of questions, but I'm not really sure you have the means to answer them."

"Shoot," Abby approved.

"Well...do your clothes fit you anymore? Surely the producers would've made it so your clothes still fit you, right? And...what exactly happened? How did it happen? What were your original thoughts? Is it..."

"Stop, stop, you're gonna give me an aneurysm," Abby interrupted with a laugh. "I revoke your permission to shoot. Anyways, no, my clothes don't fit me anymore, if you didn't notice, I'm wearing this stupid jacket even though it's like 80 degrees out here because it's one of the baggiest things I owned, and thus is one of the only things that'll still fit me. As for what happened...I was asleep for most of it. It was like a lucid dream, kinda. I was aware that I was moving around, but my eyes were closed and wouldn't open...it was a strange sensation."

"Gotcha..." Emma said, her brain taking everything into account. "So...you're just like...Turner's fantasy now? Is that weird?"

"I guess, yeah it is kinda weird," Abby admitted. "To just be in your sister's boyfriend's dream body, it's not exactly everyone's ideal situation. Although I guess it's good that it has to do with Turner, because I know he would respect my wishes. I mean, he even told me that he wouldn't do anything I didn't want, and I trust him on that."

"Wow, that's...that's big," Emma gave a low whistle.

"Anyways, sorry to change the subject, but they do have food here, anyone up for some French toast?" Sara said, her eyes glued to the menu.

Lauren clambered out of bed. Charlotte had been out late in the night, and it was a little painful, seeing her go out and have fun while she was stuck in the room. It wasn't like she wanted to go out, she just wanted to be in control of her life for once. Just when it had seemed she was rid of her deadbeat boyfriend, this Kendra had to come in and take control of her life.

Lauren looked back at the bed she had left and found Charlotte snoring, splayed out across the other half of the bed, asleep without a care in the world and a big smile plastered on her face. She was envious of the cheerleader. She seemed so self-assured, so confident, and now so energetic. Why did Charlotte get to have the perfect life, meanwhile Lauren was playing a backseat role in her own existence?

She decided to go outside for the first time since they had arrived at the bungalows. She silently watched the ocean move in and out, listened to the sound of waves crashing and seagulls squawking in the slow breeze. It was peaceful, a peace that Lauren hadn't felt in so long now. Even though she had been **** and **** to compete for Turner, a man she barely remembered and certainly didn't recognize now, this show wasn't all bad.

She needed some drive though. Charlotte, Emma, Abby, Sara, and Kathryn seemed to be getting along well. Where would that leave her? She, and many others not in the "fan favorites" would just fall by the wayside, one by one. Although competing for things wasn't her cup of tea, it was preferable to those exit transformations.

"I really don't want to get up today," Becca thought as she arose from her bed. She and Paige had both kept to themselves, putting as much physical space as possible between them as they both slept on the edges of the mattress. "I don't want to have to compete for Turner, I should be able to just...have him."

She looked over at Paige again and scoffed. "I can't believe that she is apologetic and just expects me to sit back and act like nothing happened. I wanted to clear the air between the two of us, but that doesn't mean that I want to forgive her."

She walked out the door and saw a group of people standing around the tiki bar outside the hotel. While walking over towards them, her stomach growled, the need for food growing stronger since she had neglected to eat supper, initially out of worry for Turner's absence, and then just out of neglect and more important things plaguing her.

"Hey, Becca, how are you?" Emma called out to her from the group.

Immediately, Becca's eyes fell on Abby. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that something was different about her looks, and Becca almost instantly tied it to the transformation that she had gotten. Evidently, Abby was now Turner's ideal girl, at least in terms of looks. "His ideal form appears to be...a lot different than mine," her darkest desires said. "Maybe I should set him up with Abby..."

"Becca, I know that this doesn't look good, but I promise-" Abby began.

"Don't mention it," Becca dismissed. "It's not your fault."

The other three girls looked upon Becca's annoyance with inquisition, wondering what she was going to do. Becca herself wasn't sure what she wanted to do. She wanted to talk to Turner, but all he would do is assure her that he thought she was beautiful no matter what, that looks weren't everything, yadda yadda yadda. The only other girl that Becca knew here was Paige, and that wouldn't exactly end well. Plus, talking to Paige was about as appealing as talking to a terrorist in normal circumstances, so under these...who knows?

"Are you okay...?" Kathryn ventured.

"Fine," Becca curtly said. "Never better."

A sympathetic look fell upon Sara's face. She wanted to comfort Becca, to do something, anything to help her, but nothing resulted from that.

"Y'know what, no, it isn't fine," Becca's demeanor shifted significantly. "I've dated Turner for years now, and he's always made me feel like the most beautiful girl in the world, and now...this." She gestured over to her sister. "Again, not blaming you, but it's just...I..."

Becca broke down there while Abby and Emma moved in to comfort her. Sara felt a little twinge in her loins, unknowingly from the transformation she had been given. Becca's description of her and Turner's relationship had been enough to get a little kick out of it. Kathryn stared blankly at the scene, fighting back anything that was rising to her brain. Her expression was pained as her willpower was strained to the maximum. Kendra really had done a number on her.

Over, back in the first hut, Paige looked out the window to the scene in front of the tiki bar.

"So, it seems like Becca's taking Abby's transformation rather hard," she mused, then looked at herself in the mirror. "Y'know, I look more like Abby than Becca does now, maybe Turner would find me more...appealing than Becca."

A knock on her door startled her a bit. Looking out the peephole, she spotted Lauren standing on the front porch. Bewildered and curious, she opened the door.

"We need to talk," Lauren simply said, stepping inside.

"What?" Paige asked, confused. "Did I do something to you too now?"

"No, but I have a proposition," Lauren explained. "You see those five out there? Them plus Charlotte...they seem to be getting along famously. The other four of us...we don't exactly fit in with them. We need to band together."

"So you're proposing like an alliance of the misfits?" Paige summarized.

"Exactly," Lauren confirmed.

"I'm in," Paige almost immediately said. "I need to do anything to stay in this. Especially with Becca angry now because of Abby, some sort of stability would be welcome."

"Perfect," Lauren answered. "I'll go talk to Liam and Mandy before the challenge, see if they're in."

With that, Lauren left with her head held high. It felt exhilarating to be in control of something for once. No longer would life happen to her, she would happen to life. She had gotten one person to finally be partners with. Two to go.