"Mmmmptfpm!" mumbled Rico unintelligibly. The rubber hood now covered his mouth, nose and the space between his eyes. At least there were air holes for his nose. The rubber seemed to be hardening over his mouth, and pushing in like a gag. He tried to shout, "Chad!", but the muffled noise he made sounded more like, "muhd". He had to get to Dirk. He exited the bathroom, and stopped to see himself in the mirror. The matte black rubber wetsuit was now shiny black rubber, and it looked a lot like that bondage suit from the first American Horror Story TV show. He noticed shiny metal rings hanging from key points on his rubber clad body. There should be a zipper. Were his eyeholes closing over? He dashed to the BMW. He started the car and drove toward Chad's house, and next door was where Dirk lived. He wished that he had his cell phone, but he was sure how much use it would be with his mouth now gagged.
He was supposed to be in charge. Not Chad. He'd let Chad become a wet suit instead of a gymnast long johns. He hadn't wanted this. Chad should not be able to do this! Rico concentrated on Chad changing into a wrestling singlet, a gymnast outfit, or even a wet suit, but to no avail.
Rico pulled up and parked on the street. Just then his eyeholes sealed over. He was unable to see. He knew approximately where he was. He got out of the car, and stumbles toward where he thinks Dirk's front door is or was.