The more Jeff's owner...no girlfriend walks, the harder it is to concentrate. It'd be so easy to just lose himself to the pleasure...to just be a swimsuit, and with every second his mind tells him that's what he wants to be. Why should he ever be anything else? This life is much simpler...no worries about school, jobs, money...just being worn by his owner, and being stretched across her curves, sensually caressing her breasts as they bounce up and down, and move constantly around her crotch. It's any guys dream, and he could do it forever. His mind was in total conflict.
"We're almost home Jeff" Jeff's owner says. But then Jeff realizes it doesn't really matter. His owner is about to change him back, so he'll be fine. So he stops fighting, and suddenly his mind almost completely stops. Things around start to lose familiarity. His owner begins talking about something, weather to him or something else he doesn't know. Nor does he care. He is being worn by his mistress...being loved by here, this is a privilege, and nothing else matters. He feels his owner sitting down, and then she's typing on something. He realizes he's about to be turned back into what he was before...and he's really mad about it.