Cry Babies.

Then, from above him, Fred saw something that he had never dreamed he would see. The solid rock ceiling above them both split apart as if it were made of paper. When it stopped, the head of a whithered old man poked out of the tear and said, "Can you keep it down, I'm trying to get some sleep up here!" Something about this man made both of them a little nervous. It wasn't his size, as he was smaller than both of them, but more his air; the way he held himself.

"We can't help it!" Exotica suddenly exclaimed to the old man. She then pointed to her feet.

The man hummed to himself, coughed twice, and said, "Well maybe I can help you with that, I think I see the problem." He began to wave his hands madly about him, chanting in some foreign language. Suddenly there was a flash of lightening, and the room filled up with smoke. They could hear the ceiling closing up and the man shouting, "Now keep it down!" The last they heard of the man was him muttering something about punk kids, and then the rock slammed shut.

"Wow," Fred began, "That was lucky!" The smoke began to clear around them and they began to see what had happened. The man had changed them, but not how they had hoped. Fred now possessed the nude body of Princess Erotica in its entirety, while Erotica held Fred's former shell.

What now?

1. They, once again, wailed and screamed.
2. Fearing the old man, they moved on.
3. They explored the pool again.

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