Chad showed up at the field house early, and checked out the place to make sure he was alone. He stripped. He put his clothes into his gym bag. He then took out the hand towel. He tried draping it over his neck, and shrugged. He needed a more unique way to wear it.
When he was sixteen, Chad's parents took him on a cruise. He learned how to fold towels into swans, bows, etc. He grinned, and first tried to wrap it around his cock and balls, but it kept falling off. So he instead folded it into a small crown and put it on his head. He glanced at his watch 4:01 PM? Maybe his watch was fast. He couldn't see his hair turning white, and his face and shoulders turning white and developing the texture of terrycloth. He did notice when it spread down his hands. He raised his hands up and stared, as the white cottony goodness consumed his manhood, and legs. He was turning - no, he had turned into a terrycloth man.
There was a catcall, and clapping. He turned. It was Tyler the towel boy. He was less than two feet behind Chad. He stopped clapping, and reached out and grabbed Chad, and yanked. Chad fluttered in the air. He was now a bath towel. Tyler shook him out, and then folded him, and put him under his arm. He picked up the hand towel and put it in Chad's bag along with his wristwatch. He zipped the bag up, and headed for the field house exit with the towel formerly known as Chad under his arm, and the gym bag over his shoulder.