You shake hands with them and sit down on the spare lounge chair, your balloon tail squeaking as you do.
"Do you mean its too late for them? Do we turn back after we leave the island? There has to be a cure right?" Nate spills his questions in a near panic.
"Hold on." Jake says, sitting back down. "We were worse than this when we came here. I had hooves instead of hands and my feet were in mid change, its hard to walk when your toes are melted together with a hard toenail looking thing joining them. Matt was worse than me. About the only thing left on him was his torso and some of his face. His teeth are still a little big, and honestly I think he still needs to shrink a little bit below the belt."
Matt laughs a small chuckle under his breath as he glances down at the bulge in front of his blue spandex swimsuit. "Yeah we nabbed these from the piles of clothes on the beach over there, plus a few other things, and then swam across. Almost didnt make it." Matt adds.
"So you are turning back? Oh thank god." Nate says.
"Well its a slow process. Best of all you turn back, but keep some of your new attributes. We didnt look like this before. I have at least twice as much muscle as I did, and my hair is thicker too. It may fade, we dont know. Until then we just use that car there and drive to town about 60 miles away for food when we need it. This house is pretty much undisturbed. The owners must have died or something." Jake ends his explanation and looks over at Matt. "Plus we have each other for company. Now with your three... or maybe just you... we'll have a lot more fun."
That sounds a little sinister.