In the safety of their hotel room at last they start to unpack their clothes and other essential items.
Carrie found that instead of what she was expecting she found only a yellow and purple coloured one-piece leotard. "What the hell is this?" she asked John.
John held up a blue and pink leotard identical to the one Carrie was holding. "I think there's been a mix up."
Carrie rubbed the material against her cheek. "Hey, feel this, it's so soft and sensual. I think I'm going to try it on."
"It's not yours." John protested as his partner stripped her clothes off. "Take your time dear." He said once she was totally naked. "No need to rush."
"Come on, put yours on. It looks about your size."
John saw the don't argue look in Carrie's eyes and began to undress. A minute later he was naked and reluctantly he pulled the material on.
"You look, weird." Carrie said, looking at John.
"You look weird too." John replied. "Sexy though."
Carrie bent over double as something squirmed inside her body. "I feel sick." She said before collapsing onto teh floor.
John rushed over but tripped and landed nearby. He tried to get up to his feet but failed. His mind swam as he struggled to make sense of the situation. Things went
grey however and he lost vision.
The door to their hotel room opened and two surgeons rushed in. "We're too late, they've put the suits on. They've become Toons and we can't reverse the
process!"
"Yes but look at them, we'll get into a whole lot of trouble for this."