Medallion of Zulo: More pressing issues

“What the fuck are you doing in my house??”

Jack turned, shocked to see someone in the bathroom doorway that he hadn’t expected for another day and a half at least: His girlfriend, back home early from her work trip.

“Oh fuck, uhhh… I can explain, I know how this looks but i promise you there’s a-“

Erica scoffed, cutting him off.

Yeah? cause it looks like you’re the bitch that’s been sleeping with my boyfriend behind my back. Oh god, get out, get out right now. I knew Jack was cheating on me, all that bullshit about those bras i found stuffed in the back of the closet being left over from whoever lived here before. They were probably yours, weren’t they??

Jack’s protest fell on deaf ears as his girlfriend practically forced the strange woman in her bathroom down the hall and out the back door, slamming it behind him as soon as he was clear.

No luck. Jack leaned against the doorframe, attempting to come up with an explanation that would actually get him back in the house as the breeze playing across his bare chest only further drove in the point that he was painfully underdressed. He couldn’t even blame Erica for jumping to conclusions. It was a more plausible explanation than the reality, which was that the half naked woman standing in front of Erica was actually her boyfriend. Jack had discovered the Medallion of Zulo weeks ago, and upon discovering that it could be used to transform his body into a copy of anyone whose worn clothes he touched the metal to when he accidentally turned into a copy of his own girlfriend, he had discovered a new habit of pleasuring himself in different women’s bodies. He had snuck clothing out of the bags of a couple of the women at his job, experimented with random articles from the lost and found, and most recently, splurged on a set of bras from a fetish site that sold used lingerie from fashion models.

Any time his girlfriend was out of town for more than a day, he would pull the medallion out from its hiding spot behind the bed, choose one out of the nearly dozen pieces he now had in his collection, and wait as his body slowly took on the form of whoever had worn the garment last. He had been wearing one of his favorites, his coworker Claire, who’s change of clothes he’d been able to sneak out of her gym bag at work, when Erica had caught him about to enter the shower, the splashing of the water obscuring her entrance until it was far too late. As Jack considered how he’d be able to salvage his relationship, though, a far more pressing issue was beginning to dawn on him:

The medallion, his clothes, and all of his documents were still inside his house. A house his girlfriend had just made very clear that he wouldn’t be able to step inside for a long, long time.