The bell rang.
Kids came into the room. Dustin looked at the shelf with Ty folded at the bottom of the stack of clothing.
"Don't worry," boomed Ty's voice in Dustin's mind, "Everyone else will see me as overalls, Dusty."
Dustin didn't feel right leaving his foster brother alone as a pair of overalls. The teacher was getting ready to start. He walked up and asked, "Mind if I sit in. Stephanie just helped me get out some stains from my p-clothes, and I found it really interesting. I have Study Hall this period."
"Well, alright, take a seat," the teacher said glancing over at Stephanie and smiling. Everyone knew Stephanie had a crush on Ty, and Dustin was his kid brother.
She looked over at Stephanie again and asked, "Stephanie, would you get me the clothing for staining."
Stephanie took the stack of clothes including Ty and carried them up to the front of the class, and set them next to the big sink on the high front counter. Dustin noticed all the boxes and bottles labeled with words like "Grass extract", "Red Wine", "India Ink," "Tomato Juice", "Grape Juice", "Skunk Extract", "Soot," etc.
"I think we'll start with the overalls," she said extracting Ty from the pile an holding him up for the class to see.
Dustin looked somewhat panicked, as he looked around the class. There was the teacher holding a flattened naked young man up in front of them, but they apparently were really only seeing overalls. Dustin blinked, and shrugged. He trusted Ty.
"Now will everyone form a line. You will each pick an item, and then have a few seconds to apply it as a stain to the overalls. Then use the laundry marker to write next to the stain the number from the bottle or box. For example, if you use the tumeric powder write number 42 next to your stain. Okay, Stephanie, you're at the head of the line. Go first."
Dustin stood at the end of the line, and watched as Stephanie leaned over the sink with bottle marked "Grass Extract".
By the time Dustin reached the sink, the rumpled flattened naked body was twisted, stained and covered with marking penned numbers. Dustin reached blindly for a staining agent, as he couldn't take his eyes off Ty.
The teacher noticed, "Don't think we'll be able to get those stains out, Dustin? You may be surprised. Though the one in your hand is definitely one of the harder ones to get out."
Dustin looked at the bottle he had grabbed. It was labeled "Ox Blood." He swallowed and pulled the cap off.
He looked at Ty, and thought, "Sorry, bro."
"No, prob, Dustin. Just put it on my butt in case it doesn't come out," thought Ty.
Dustin reached in and turned Ty's butt upward, further twisting the flattened naked boy, and dabbed a bit of the blood on the spot above his ass crack.
The teacher grabbed the bottle, and applied a heavier dose to the spot. "Come, Dustin, we need a better stain than that. Now the marker. This bottle is number 21."
Dustin grabbed the pen and wrote "21" right above the spot.
The teacher extracted Ty from the sink and hung him to dry from a portable clothes line.
"Now we let these stains set, and we will start on the white blouse..."
The line formed again. Dustin went through the motions, but the whole time his mind was preoccupied with Ty.