"I'm going to unpack in the guest room. Just pretend I'm not here." Becky shouted as she pocketed the medallion and lugged her suitcases to the small bedroom. "In fact, I'm pretty beat. I think I'll just crash for the night!"
James looked at his watch and shrugged. It was pretty early for bed, but he guessed that Becky probably had a long day getting here. "OK! Help yourself to whatever you want!" James shouted back.
"Oh thanks Uncle James, I believe I will." Becky whispered to herself slyly as she closed the bedroom door behind her. She knew that it was crazy-stupid to put any credence in the medallion, but to not try it would be unthinkable. But what could she use? All she had were her own clothes. The only other clothes readily available, were her Uncles and ... Grinning wickedly, she stuck her head out in the hall and quietly called out just loud enough to carry to her Uncle's bedroom, but not much further, "Mind if I take shower?" After waiting several times longer than reasonable for a reply that never came, she ran into her Uncle's bedroom , grabbed the first thing she found out of the middle dresser drawer, and high tailed it back to her room.
Sitting there examining her prize, a pair of plain cotton briefs a little worn for wear, she hesitated. Feeling embarrassed at her own gullibility, but too excited not to go through with it, Becky stripped all her clothes off, place the medallion around her neck and touched her Uncles' underwear to it. "Ouch!" she jumped as a not painful but, surprising little jolt ran through her. At first it seemed her imagination was running wild, but no, there was no doubt now. She watched in fascinated awe as her arms grew hair, her legs grew hair, and her bust dwindled as she grew taller and taller. And last but most certainly not least, she grew a very manly package between her legs. No sooner than she had tentatively grasped it for examination with her now large hands, than it started feeling weird and swelled larger still as it stuck out and up with a will of its own.
Her attention was distracted by the sudden ringing of the phone. She heard her Uncle James pick it up and speak, "Yeah she arrived a little while ago. ... She probably forgot ... Yeah just a second, I'll get her."
"SHIT! My parents! I forgot to call and tell them I arrived safely!" Looking around in a panic, she did the only thing she could think to do. She dashed across to the bathroom and turned on the shower.
Pressing her ear to the door she heard, "She's in the shower right now ... OK I'll have her call you ... Got it ... I'll bang on the door if she's not out in an hour ... OK bye."
"Shit shit shit!" Becky whispered to herself, or rather himself, since she was now the twin of Uncle James for the next 12 hours.
