"But you see he already picked the black Speedo you want," the shop clerk explained patiently, "And he used
it. It made him like he is now."
"So if I want my black Speedo, I have to take him. That's what I said. I'll take him."
"But-"
"You said. Are you going back on your statement?"
"No," he said dejectedly and he turned to Jake and said, "Sorry."
He reached up and tugged Jake's ear. Suddenly, Jake's entire solid muscled black body was gone. He was just a
limp Spandex and lycra swimsuit hanging from the clerk's hand.
The young man grabbed the suit, and said, "Thanks. I'll put him - I mean it on when I get home."
He left holding the suit by the string tie and swinging it as he walked. Jake was totally disoriented. One
minute he was standing there, and the next he was an object. The kid left the store and headed down the
street. Jeke thought the kid seemed familiar. He had thought the store was empty. Did the young guy carrying
him pass him on the street in front of the shop entrance? Had he been at school or church? He looked
familiar. What was he going to do with him? Then like a train hitting a brick wall, it hit Jake. Duh, I'm a
Speedo, he's going to put me on!
Jake was so tiny now, and the kid seemed huge. He was swaying back and forth catching glimpses of the kid's
mountain sized buns, and the bulge in front looked huge too. He wasn't sure he could do this. Not that he had
a choice. His beautiful studly black body was gone. He had enjoyed those moments. He wondered if anything
would happen to the kid when he put Jake on. He heard a door slam, and was airborne. He landed on a bed. He
watched the giant lad strip. He could only lie there and watch, as the giant hand lifted him. Then the guy
slowly stepped into each leg hole. Then he slowly pulled Jake up while watching himself in the mirror.