Before Lester gets here, you decide it would be best if you could lose the giant pink latex donkey buttocks from your behind before he gets to see you in such an embarrassing state.
You don't have much time, so you decide to use the turpentine while under the shower in a hope to speed things up.
As the water runs nice and hot, you step naked under the shower head and pour the turps over your backside and midsection. As you begin to rub the liquid into the latex, you feel the pink material begin to soften and move. With growing confidence you begin to work the substance off your flesh.
A minute later, you realise your costly mistake. The shower caused most of the turpentine to wash off before it could penetrate the latex's grip. The latex isn't loosening because of the turps, it's moving because of the hot water and your hands kneading it! It's not falling off, it's just spreading!
In a panic you grab for the bottle of turps but manage to knock it over in your haste. You curse loudly as you see all the turpentine vanish down the drain.
You decide you've got to dry the latex before it spreads any further. You run from the shower and grab a towel, rubbing your body down so vigorously you swear you can feel your flesh through the latex as if it was your skin. As the strange substance solidifies again, it quickly becomes apparent as you examine yourself, the extent to which the pink latex now covers your body: