Polyhymnia O'Keefe Wakes Up As Scorpion

I woke up, alone, but only mildly disappointed by that fact. I knew I'd be seeing Zell early on. I sat up, stretched, and rolled my shoulder to work out a twinge. As I put my hand on my shoulder, I suddenly realized I wasn't wearing my nightshirt. Then, when Iooked down at myself, I suddenly realized I didn't have any breasts.

"Oh, no! Not again!"

My hand immediately went to my throat. The last time the Island had taken my breasts away, it had de-aged me to a twelve-year-old. My twelve-year-old self sang soprano. That was no soprano.

"What?" I said huskily. "Hey! What?!"

I jumped out of bed, and found myself wearing black boxer shorts. And surprisingly hairy legs. I looked up as I contemplated this revelation. Then I looked down. Biting my lip, I reached down and gently touched the area between my legs...

"Oh, my God!"

Mirror. I needed a mirror! But this man I inhabited didn't have a mirror! Typical male! Could this day get any worse?!

I ran out of the hut in search of a mirror -- and immediately clonked my head on a low branch.