Medallion of Zulo: Stuck

“Oh shit…”

Kevin’s smile froze on his face as he reached his car only to find the back window shattered and its contents clearly gone through.

“Shit, shit, shit, this can’t be happening!” He shouted as he ran to unlock the door, frantically searching the backseat for the only thing in there he cared about, a small duffel bag with an ornate medallion inside of it, but it was no use. The bag was gone, stolen by some petty thief who had no idea the magnitude of the find he had just lucked into. Kevin had found the medallion weeks ago, a recent come-up at a thrift store that had caught his eye. It hadn’t been until he got home and accidentally turned into a copy of his roommate that he truly realized the power of what he had just bought. The medallion, when pressed into one’s hand along with a piece of clothing, was able to transform the holder into a perfect copy of whoever had last worn those clothes, using up its power for the next twelve hours or so before it was able to be used again. Once he had confirmed he could safely get back to his own self afterwards, Kevin had been using the medallion every chance he got, transforming into friends, family, anybody whose clothing he could get his hands on. He had even spent a fortune on an athlete’s game worn uniform, reveling in the strength and agility he had in his temporary form. Most recently, he had been fixated on trying a swap with one of his coworkers, finally finding his opportunity when she left a scarf on her chair while she went out for lunch. Seeing as there was a long weekend coming up, he had pressed the scarf and the medallion into his hands the second he got home, his body quickly changing into Vivian’s tall, curvy frame. He had been living as her for days, going out to eat, shopping, even masturbating in her body as he felt all the pleasures of being Vivian, knowing that when Monday came, he’d be back to work in his own body, and her none the wiser.

That is, until his plans came crashing down around him at the realization that he would likely never see the medallion again, trapping him in her body unless he found it again. He felt a pit form in his stomach. Either he’d have to show up to work tomorrow and explain to Vivian why she now had an identical twin, or he’d somehow have to start a new life with no ID, no documents, and no clue where to go as the woman he was now stuck as.