Ken had said something about a bigger man loaning Dirk a Speedo, then this hot blue rubbery liquid poured on his head and down over his shoulders. It seemed to be alive, it crawled up his nostrils, and into his armpits and butt crack. The gooey hot liquid coated every inch of his body. Then he just collapsed inward. He lay startled, immobile on the floor trying to figure out what happened. From what Jake and Dirk were saying, Ken knew he was now a Speedo- Dirk's Speedo. Yes, he was Dirk's Speedo - and Dirk had to put him on right away. It had to be now before Jake tried to turn Dirk into something. Ken concentrated at Dirk, "PUT ME ON NOW! RIGHT NOW!"
Dirk was sitting there with his mouth open. He forgot what Jake was saying, he felt compelled to try Ken on.
"Well, Dirk? Ya wanna be my clothing?"
"Not now, Jake, I gotta go swimming," Dirk said picking up and pulling on Ken.
Dirk stood up and inhaled, damn this suit felt good - but good in a weird way. He vaguely was aware that it used to be somebody, but....He had to get to the pool.