Vittu slips James on. James feels himself wrap around Vittu's cock and balls. He thinks it's the former back of his head that's touching them, but as he's now just a piece of fabric that's entire purpose is to wrap around someone's cock and balls, it doesn't really matter to him, except for a strong feeling of disgust. 'This. Is my most glorious day. Ever,' James thinks sarcastically.
"Alright!" Vittu exclaims. "I don't think I've worn these before. They're really soft! Whoo!"
Vittu walks back into his bedroom, carrying the clothes. James is already on him.
There's another mirror in Vittu's room. James thinks that Vittu is a lot more vain than he thought. "Yeah, look at me in this baby," Vittu says. James focusses his sight through the front of his support pouch to the mirror. Vittu is admiring his own reflection. He has bulging biceps and triceps, and strong leg muscles. He has very well-defined pecs and a very obvious six-pack. His hair is black and his eyes are brown. Vittu's torso and legs are covered in a light sprinkling of black hairs, as well as his arms and feet. His dick is rather large, six inches flaccid. His feet and hands are also large. Actually, all of Vittu is large—he's not fat, but he's six feet tall and very muscular.
Vittu admires himself for a little while longer, then walks over to his pants and slides them on. All of James' vision goes black.
After a while, James realises that he can see a dim light. He focusses, and the light grows stronger and starts to form into shapes. Soon it feels like he's seeing like a normal person, but he's not controlling how the body moves or where the eyes look or when they blink. James realises that he's seeing through Vittu's eyes. After a little while, he notices a whistling sound. He feels his lips—no, Vittu's lips, because he is a piece of clothing James has no lips, he can feel what Vittu feels now—that he's whistling. His sense of smell returns to him.
He can see Vittu's room passing around him as Vittu paces, and then can see the baseball game on TV as Vittu flops down to watch it. He can hear the sounds of the TV, and hear and feel Vittu shouting at it. He can feel the air conditioning blowing across Vittu's bare upper body. Vittu's jeans are only half on, and James can feel them bunched up around his calf muscles. He can both feel Vittu's skin against his cloth self, and the jockstrap against Vittu's legs.
Soon, James feels his mind starting to fill up with memories that aren't his own—they're Vittu's. His thoughts start to not resemble how he usually thinks—his mind is like Vittu's, slower than James' own regular mind. He's enjoying the baseball, unusually. He's struggling to think like he normally does. Eventually he gives up. "I'm just going to have to think like Vittu now," James sighs. He freezes. It was Vittu's voice, and it physically came from Vittu's mouth.
"What the…" Vittu says, and pulls off the jeans and runs into the bathroom. Vittu grabs the edge of the counter and looks in the mirror. James focusses and forces Vittu's consciousness out of his own head and into the jockstrap. James takes over Vittu's body, with Vittu now trapped in the jockstrap with no control. James is now Henry Vittu.