You enter the store looking for new undergarments and socks. Even though you're in the male underwear aisle, you can't help but grin as you're overwhelmed with excitement to start you're first year in college.
After grabbing some socks for your considerably large feet (about 1.5 feet long), you can't help but admire the male models advertising all kinds of underwear from boxers to briefs to g-strings and-
Wait... you're up there too. You recognize the jockstrap you're wearing to match the model. You've always been a pasty, scrawny guy with a little hair on your arms and legs, but there's no denying the model is you. He even has a scar on his right thigh like you.
Looking down at the jockstraps, you can see that they're much larger then what the model- er, you- are trying to sell, but they have an eerie familiarity that make you buy those instead of the briefs you wanted. You check out of the store and hurry back to your dorm. While you have a massive room, it's split in two, but thankfully you're alone on your side and have a great deal if privacy to mess around with your new wears.