"To understand what it is like to be whoever you want, put these on and say the full name of the person you would like to be like," James reads aloud from the package.
James is a sixteen-year-old, a skinny nerd with red hair and freckles. He really wants to understand what it'd be like to be someone else, especially someone athletic.
He slips the jockstrap on, taking a second to figure out how it goes on. He's never worn a jockstrap before. He thinks for a bit about who he would like to be. "Henry Vittu." Vittu is one of the baseball players at school, with…questionable intelligence, but is popular and has a lot of muscle and.
The world dims for a few seconds, then brightens again. It is about 10am on a Saturday, and the sun shines in through the window. James realises he is in a different room from his own suddenly, with clothes all over the floor and the bed and the closet door ajar, revealing the mess inside. He can hear the shower running in the next room.
James' pants fall down. He looks and sees that he is still in his regular body, and that he is wearing pants and a shirt that are several sizes too big, and that he is going it commando-style. This is odd to James, especially as he'd just put on the jockstrap without any other clothes. His dick and balls are out on full display, not that there is anyone to see.
"Hey, what? I'm still—" James tries to say, but the moment he tries to make sound, his body starts changing. His arms retract into his body. His mouth, eyes, ears, and nose all close up. His feet disappear, and his legs shorten. His torso retract into his upper legs, with his face ending up where his dick had been. His body hollows out, and he was flattens entirely onto the floor with the shirt and glasses on top. As flat as paper.
James realises that a small amount of his new form isn't under the shirt, and that he can see the ceiling from there. He hears the shower turn off, and a couple minutes later, hears someone walk into the room.
"What to wear…" Vittu's voice says. "Aha!" He saunters over and scoops up James' pile of clothes and takes them into the bathroom. He picks James up and holds him out in front of the mirror.
James can see from every part of your body. He can see the floor and the ceiling. He can see all of Vittu's naked body, from his black hair to his dick and balls to his large feet. James can see the reflection of him and Vittu. Vittu is grinning stupidly. James is a white jockstrap. Not what he expected.
"These'll be good in the game this afternoon." James groans silently, as he can't make a physical sound. Vittu is going to wear him.
Vittu slips on the jockstrap that James had become…