Cameron had been looking for a story to make a name for himself as an undercover journalist for a while. Catching wind of Bikini Beach seemed like the perfect story. Water that turned men into women? It seemed like something that was begging to be exposed. Hiding a camera with him on his first visit, he was shocked at his own transformation. He was now a completely beautiful woman, and was luckily more covered than some of the other more scantily clad guests. However, looking at his footage just showed a beach full of women, nothing to reveal the transformation. He kept going back day after day, getting slightly better footage each day, but he still needed the nail in the coffin. He was sure one more day would do it, but was told he could no longer get in unless he bought a lifetime pass. He shrugged; he probably wouldn’t use it again, but what harm could it do?