John opened the eyes of his host body, and rose from the bed. The first thing he had to do was locate Roger and Ogre. Undoubtedly, they too would be able to possess whoever wore them, and they would immediately seek out senior faculty to break John's spells. He needed to find them before anyone else put them on, or if they had he'd have to prevent them from reaching the faculty. He paused at the door, as he realized the body he inhabitted had been sleeping only in his jockstrap. John quickly searched the dresser and closet, and dressed in the body's school uniform. John smiled, he was wearing a senior's gown, that should be useful in getting possession of those two errant jockstraps. Ogre is destined for the compost heap, but Roger is another story. If John is to use his original plan, he needs Roger's body intact, even if it is as a jockstrap.
John starts out the door. A stern voice, and a hand on his shoulder stops him.
"Where to you think you're going, McGillcuddy?"
"Uh, out?" you answer turning to see who has you in such a firm grasp.
A tall muscular young blond man stands before John sporting an obvious hard on in his tented boxers with his robe hanging open.
"You lost the bet, remember?"
"Bet?"