You look out at the run down building in front of you. "Magic City," reads the worn out sign, written in old faded chipped paint. This was the old magic shop that has been abandoned for as long as you can remember, the bank never foreclosed on it, you've never seen anyone inside, no ones even broken in... Until today.
You sneak around back, break a window and climb through. You look around staring at all the various left over merchandise, never sold, never taken. You start rummaging through the junk, everything from card decks to fake hand cuffs to costume hats to fake dog shit. All you see is junk.
It's not until you wander into the back room you find something, looking inside an old rusty locker you find a red flowery hawaiian shirt. You love these things, they're just so comfortable, and it's just your size. You look at the brand tag on the back. "Mosquito, perfect for wild beach parties," it reads in tiny gold font stitched onto the black tag. This is the only thing that's even be remotley good in here, you decide to try it on. You slip off your shirt and slide this mosquito shirt on. It fits like a glove and it's incredibly confortable. Suddenly a bug bites the back of your neck. You try to kill it, but you miss as it starts flying around the room. Ironically enough it's a mosquito. The little creature decides to land back on your arm and without hesitation you manage to squash it. Somethings off though, it feels... Like rubber. You lift your hand up to see the damage and it just rebounds like nothing happened, climbing up your shirt unphased. You reach your hand to your neck and check the bite. It's not a regular mosquito bite it feels like an air valve to an inflatable toy. You touch the skin around it, as it starts to feel like rubber instead of skin. You rush over to a nearby dusty mirror and remember the tag on the shirt. "Mosquito, perfect for a wild beach party." That mosquito is a part of the shirt and his bite, turns you into a pool toy, hence the beach party and judging by your rapidly changing features becoming more and more animal you can quickly guess what wild means as you start to look like...