**Unusual Growth on the Golf Course**

, feeling a strange mixture of fear and exhilaration. Carol was no longer the average golfer she once knew herself to be. Her whole body was extending, muscles visibly defining beneath her skin, a transformation that both awed and terrified her. As she continued to grow, the small restroom seemed to shrink around her. She maintained her balance, just barely, as her head grazed the ceiling. Once the bizarre transformation ceased, Carol looked back at herself in the mirror. She saw someone who looked like her but was markedly different. She looked like a professional bodybuilder crossed with an NBA player. "What's happening to me?" she whispered to her reflection, her voice sounding deeper and more resonant. There was no time to dwell on the changes or find answers in the tiny, over-occupied restroom. She slipped off the now too-small polo and found a stretching, albeit snug sports bra underneath. Hastily, she maneuvered herself out of the tight quarters and returned to the golf cart where Gf and Bf awaited, looking both curious and bewildered. "What took you so long?" questioned Gf, noticing Carol's noticeably altered stature. "And why are you only wearing a bra?" Carol hesitated, trying to find the right words to explain the inexplicable. "I... I think I need to see a doctor or... or something. I don't know what's happening, but I’m growing," she said, her voice strong and commanding compared to before. Bf, usually aloof and absorbed in his own boombox backing tracks, looked genuinely concerned for the first time. "We gotta get you some help," he said, dropping his usually playful tenor. Just as they were about to leave, another group of golfers strolled towards them, eyes widening at the sight of the now statuesque Carol. Whispers erupted as they passed, making Carol self-conscious of her newfound enormity. "Hey, hey! Is that a giant woman?!" one of them exclaimed. Carol’s face flushed red. "I think I need more than just help. I need answers," she murmured. Back at the clubhouse, the trio was greeted by the manager, a seasoned golf pro named Arnold who was well-known for his decades of golfing wisdom. His eyes widened at the sight of Carol, and he shook his head in disbelief. "You okay, Carol?" he asked cautiously. "I'm not sure. I think something's terribly wrong… or right… I don't know," Carol replied. Arnold took a moment, looked her up and down, then said, "Let's get you to a doctor, and quickly." He then added knowingly, "But there's something I'd like to check first. I think there's a legend about this course that might explain things." Arnold led the trio to his office filled with a lifetime of golf memorabilia. He pulled out an old, worn-out book with frayed edges and began flipping through the yellowed pages. "Here," he said, pointing to a section, "it talks about a legend where one could gain tremendous strength and size by achieving something extraordinary on the course. A hole-in-one," he read out loud. Carol’s jaw dropped. "You mean this is some kind of magic?" "It's just a legend," Arnold said cautiously, "but right now, it's the only thing that makes sense." While they contemplated the legend and Carol's astounding transformation, Bf, looking unusually thoughtful, said, "If it's true, does that mean the effects are permanent?" "No one knows," Arnold responded. "Well, until we find out more, we'd better get you checked medically just to be safe," Gf said, ever the voice of reason. As they piled into Arnold’s van and headed for the nearest hospital, Carol couldn't help but feel both dread and anticipation for what lay ahead. Magic legends, an inexplicable transformation, and a quest for answers — this was unlike any golfing trip she’d ever imagined, but one she would never forget.