"Hey, brah, you're all mine now!" said Rico as he watched Chad's wax coated body shimmer and then shift to matte yellow and start to flatten.
"Whu-ooh," gasped Chad as the hazy contentedness passed. The air seemed to be rushing out of him, "Ree-ko-oh?"
He felt Rico's hand close on his shoulder, and squish it flat. The front and back seemed to touch.
"W-hu-u-u-u?" was Chad's final sound, as he became simply Rico's new yellow Bodyglove wet suit.
"Dude, you're so dense sometimes. But you're a damn good athlete, and well, an expert surfer, and it would take me years to learn your surfing skills, and I don't have years. Your buddy Rick was blabbing about the Surfing Competition in two weeks, and I said something. He laughed and said, "Mexicans don't surf." I told him I could surf circles around his white boy ass. So he challenged me to compete in that surfing contest. So you can see I really need to learn how to surf, and a living wet suit that can convey all of your abilities and knowledge to me, well, I know I can't lose to Rick now."
Chad would have glared, if he could, but as it was he just allowed himself to be draped over Rico's arm. There was no way he was going to help Rico now. It was almost as if Rico read his mind, or perhaps because of the skin to neoprene contact, maybe he could.
Rico explained, "Well, you see Chad, if I lose, Rick gets my wet suit, you, and I don't think he will know how to change you back. But if I win Rick's wet suit. Well, I'll be grateful, and change you back, and mount Rick's wet suit on my wall as a trophy. He's too big to wear my wet suit," Rico continued, "I told him as much, but he said he'd have it bronzed for his trophy case."
Gulp. Looked to Chad like he would have to help Rico become a surfer in time for the competition- a really good surfer.