He didn't see the medallion. He dug around a little bit, and still didn't find it. He took the drawer out and turned it upside down. Going through every piece turned up nothing. Slowly, he put everything back in one at a time. There were some trips down memory lane, but no sign of what he was looking for. He slumped into a kitchen chair, staring at nothing No medallion meant no changing back. He was the wife. He was the one getting fucked. He was the one that was going to have to be more careful with what he ate. He put his hands on his tits and squeezed, feeling the sensation for what seemed like the first time. He relaxed his grip, and got up. He put his clothing in the laundry bin in his room, and changed into a casual outfit. He was trying to think where it could have gone. Who was in the kitchen over the last day or two? Did Susan mention any visitors? No, so that narrows it down. It was maybe about 3-4 people. How to find out who has it?