The next morning Tommy ate breakfast. Took off his pajamas, and changed them into a fresh pair of jeans and a clean shirt. He likewise refreshed all his clothing, except for the blue underwear he was wearing. He was still angry with Chris, so he let him become Chris' Speedo, it was a bit loose on Tommy, but that was okay. He showered and and scrubbed himself and Chris with soap and water, and then toweled off. He stood in front of a mirror so that Chris could see how he looked before he shrank to be a tight fitting pair of red underwear. Tommy dressed and went to school. He had just arrived inside the main building, when a hand gripped his shoulder.
"Hey, Timmy," said Coach Monroe.
"It's Tommy," Tommy corrected.
"Have you ever thought about team sports? It looks great on college applications, and I'd say you have a swimmers build."
"Swimming? I'm too short, aren't I? Besides we don't have a swim team do we?"
"A swim team? We used to, and we were supposed to have one this year, but there was a screw up in administration. Anyway, we won the regionals three years ago, and the principal has put me in charge of the new swim team. Come by the Natatorium after school, we're having tryouts."
Tommy opened his mouth, but Coach Monroe dashed down the corridor to waylay another potential swimmer. Tommy shook his head, and then smirked. Wouldn't it be funny if the new swim team wore the old swim team?
Can you believe it, Coach Monroe wants to replace us with Tommy? bemoaned Steve, the jacket.
Huh? Seriously, asked Chris. Even though he communicated telepathically, it sounded like his mouth was full. Steve snickered as he realized what it was filled with. He shared the visual image with his teammates.
Haha, mumbled Chris, at least he takes you off. The twerp wears me 24/7, he even wears me in the shower, moaned Chris.
Yeah, Steve, you got it easy. Mitch and I got double duty as school clothes and pajamas. And when he farts, it just stinks. You know where he put my nose? whined Tim.
Wonder if Coach remembered you Tim? He called Tommy, Timmy... remarked Steve changing the subject.
Nah, said Luke, he always gets names wrong, he'd call Tim Jim, and Chris, and Mark Mack.
Tommy was oblivious to his clothing's conversations. As far as he was concerned, they were clothes. He felt great walking down the hall without any swimmers to berate him. Derek Mathews turned suddenly and walked right into Tommy sending him and his books flying into the lockers.
"Watch where you're going, twerp," growled Derek, "Now pick up my schoolwork!"
Derek was a jock, but his team weren't stars like the swim team was - or rather they weren't when the swim team was the best athletic team in the school. Derek was a wrestler and he was built like it.
"You ran into me," noted Tommy softly as he picked up the other student's papers and handed them to him. He collected his books, and checked his backpack- the laptop was okay.
"Jerk," Derek said nodding at Tommy who was still picking up his books off the floor, "Can you believe he didn't see me?"
"Your our school's best athlete, and he's just a twerp," acknowledged the Chloe.
"Maybe we'll have a new best athlete in the school soon," muttered Tommy.
Derek overheard, "Oh, you're going to be it? In your dreams, Coach Monroe's swim team is a joke!"
Tommy almost said that's not what I meant, but instead he just headed to the library for study period. He smirked a bit. Derek also had study hour in the library next period.