As she lies on the beach towel, Jeff begins to realise that it's not so bad being a swimsuit. Clinging tightly to the body of the girl he loved, feeling her most intimate parts against his lycra form, and every breath, every sensual movement of her body giving him a nice feeling. He thinks that, if he still had a dick, it would be hard as hell right now.
Her steady, even breathing has a somewhat hypnotic effect on him. Each breath in rubs and stretches him more, making him feel good, and he feels a little relief as she breathes out again. He wishes that he could cling to her as tight as possible, but he has no control over his movements.
After a while, he as to really concentrate just to think. The longer she lies here, the harder it is for him to focus on being Jeff. Instead, he just wants to be a swimsuit, happily clinging to the body of his girlfriend.
The second or third time that he slips away like this, he comes back to himself in panic. If he stays as a swimsuit for too long, he might never change back! The Chronivac has his original form stored, but if something were to happen to it now, he'd be in trouble.
After a time, she wakes up and stretches. The good feelings Jeff was having get enhanced as she moves.
"Mmm... you're a nice swimsuit to take a beach nap in," she says.
Jeff wants to say thank you, but he can't. He wants to tell her that she needs to change him back soon, but he can't do that either.
She stands, and Jeff is stretched across her body. It is an ecstatic feeling. "Time to head home, my love," she says.