The room seemed brighter. It was definitely much larger. Jeff was draped on a brass valet rack at the foot of the bed. A teenage boy with wet blond hair and wearing a Turkish bathrobe enters from a doorway that appears to lead to a posh bathroom.
He glances at Jeff, an then turns his head to address a man in a tuxedo. Must be the butler, Jeff concludes.
"Hanson, that thing used to be human?"
"Yes, Master Burnham, as per your contract with the Chronivac Corporation. All your clothes are or were human," he answers looking at his smart phone, "These Adidas sweat pants were a young man named Jeff, and his duration for use is one month. Do you want more particulars?"
"Jeff? Hm?" Burnie says untying his robe, and letting it drop to the floor as he walks naked over to Jeff. "Best get him broken in, don't you think?"
"Does master require underwear?" Hanson asked hastily dashing over to a chest of drawers.
"I think I'll go commando today," he says pulling Jeff on. Then he strides over to a full length mirror and admires the cut of the sweat pants, and how they hug his buttocks just the way he likes. Knowing that the pants are alive and aware is always a thrill for Burnie, and he's soon popping wood.
Burnham Dillingham Rodgers IV puts on socks and trainers, and walks over to the French window, and opens it. He steps out on the brick path to gravel path, and begins his shirtless morning jog.
Jeff is floored. He never considered that the person wearing him would want to wear him, let alone apparently have a wardrobe of living clothes. He tried communicating with the socks and shoes. If they were alive he couldn't hear them, and he didn't know whether they could hear his thoughts. Burnham must be filthy rich. The mansion isn't a hotel but it's bigger than the roadside motor lodge where Jeff stayed with his parents when they went to that Disney Park last summer. Aside from a garage, the house seems to be alone for as far as Jeff can see from his crotch high perspective. Burnham jogs along the tree lined gravel path that runs around the estate for several miles. It is a warm day, and Jeff is soon drenched with his owner's sweat.
When he returns to the house, he runs up the main steps and enters the grand hall. The butler is waiting with a robe, and a glass of lemonade. Burnie takes the lemonade but waves off the robe.
"Sir?"