You see what looks like a fortune from a fortune cookie at the bottom of the box. You reach in to pick it up, it's actually fabric not paper. It's a label.
"Property of Alejandro Ramirez, ASU Water Polo".
"Huh?"
"Sorry, I'm early. Got to deliver that package to ASU Athletic Department, ASAP. Game today," says the fast talking man in the UPS uniform who appeared out of nowhere.
"Th-uh's jushth a lab-uhl," you say slowly. Something's happening to you.
"Not just a label, it's attached to you. Just got to get the Speedo - you - in the box, and we're ready to go."
"Nuh wuh, too beg," you mumble.
He grabs your ear and yanks you right out of your clothing. Your body collapses as it races out of the collar of your shirt. You stare at your empty jeans, shirt and shoes standing there for a second before they collapse in a heap. You look down, you've shrunk, you changed. You're a Speedo?
He puts you in the box and closes the lid. You bounce around in the dark and you are carried and driven.