Chad struggled to his feet. He looked down at his naked body wrapped in plastic. He needed clothing. He saw a mechanic's one-piece coverall uniform hanging in a nearby plastic bag. He pulled it out of the bag, and put it on. He wasn't thinking clearly, and pulled it on over the plastic bag that was wrapped around him. He climbed out the back window, and dropped down into the alley. He was barefoot, but he just needed to get home. He stumbled and ran, and stumbled and ran, and suddenly, he was on the grassy lawn of a big red brick house. His house was white. Where was he? He felt a piece of paper on his back inside the coverall. It was attached to the plastic bag, he was still wrapped in. He stared at it. It had the address of this house. This was Brent's home.
He didn't have the strength to run crosstown to his own house. It was early in the morning. Perhaps, Brent could help him.
Brent was sound asleep, but he heard a noise and opened his eyes. There was someone in his bedroom. He flipped on the light by his bed, and sat up.
"Chad?" he gasped. Was he dreaming?
Brent had a massive crush on Chad. All the gay guys at school did. Now he was wearing a tight grease monkey uniform in the middle of the night in Brent's bedroom? He had to be dreaming.
Chad's hair was drenched with sweat, so was his uniform. He was sitting on the foot of Brent's bed panting.
"Greasemonkey Chad?" Brent asked.
"Huh? Oh, the uniform. No. I- it was Jimmy. He has a sick crush on you, and he said you had a crush on me. So he turned me into a singlet- your singlet. See!" he thrust the pink receipt into Brent's hands. He unzipped the suit to show he was wrapped in plastic bag from Jimmy's parents' store. "Except I somehow changed back into me. If you put the singlet on, he enchanted it to make you his love slave or something." Chad sighed, and collapsed from exhaustion.
As Brent stared, Chad's uniform collapsed, and his skin began to change into the vibrant blue of Brent's uniform.
Brent got out of bed, and walked over to clothing at the foot of his bed. He extracted the singlet, and sniffed it, and studied it.
"Chad is now my singlet. I'll never take him off," Brent said with glee. "Except Jimmy's okay, but I don't want to be under his spell. Maybe I can find out something on the internet?"
He sat down and googled "Transformation Clothing, Love Spells, Chinese." 395,902 entries? Crap.
He started researching.