There was Rico in a gymnast's overalls. It was sort of a singlet with legs and feet. Chad zoomed in on the photo. He was amazed at how the heavy spandex clung to Rico's muscles and showed every detail. He remembered Rico's toes. He zoomed in on them. Damn, that gymnast outfit had articulated toes. Chad knew he was the outfit, but he didn't acknowledge it until he read the caption, "Me & Chad before our workout."
Chad swallowed. He laid back down to digest what had happened.
He must've fallen asleep. The doorbell woke him. He dashed downstairs. It felt like deja vu. He froze. Instead of opening the door, Chad peeked through the peep hole. Damn, it was Rico. His foot raised, and his balls hanging out of cutoffs. Did that really happen or was it a premonition?
Chad cupped his hand over his mouth, and shouted, "Just got out of the shower. Wait!"
Then he ducked into the store room, and grabbed his surfboard. His car keys hung on a hook by the door. He grabbed them too. Then he opened the door, and thrust the keys into Rico's hand, and the surfboard into the crook of his arm. He looked startled.
Chad said, "Change in plan. You're driving my car to the beach, and we're going surfing, Rico!"
Then Chad dove onto Rico's foot, and began morphing out of his shorts and up Rico's leg, under Rico's shorts, down his other leg and up his torso and arms. In a few moments Chad was gone, and Rico was wearing a new form fitting wet suit with articulated toes and fingers, and a hood. Rico looked at his reflection in the mirror visible through the open door into Chad's foyer, and laughed. He hadn't expected this, but he would enjoy missing gymnastics one day to go surfing, and drive Chad's Beamer. He pulled Chad's door shut, and picked up his empty shorts. Then he walked toward where Chad's BMW was parked. He opened the sun roof, and put the surfboard through it. Then he hopped in the driver's seat, blasted the radio, and headed to the beach.
When he got to the beach, he found a velcro pocket on his sleeve for the key, and hit the waves. He spent several hours out in the waves, he noticed that his hood had become more like a balacava and now covered his mouth too, so he decided to swim back to shore. When he came back he was sore. He showered, and reached to undo the wet suit zipper, but discovered there was no zipper, at least not where it should be.