"Now what do you think I am going to do with a bar of soap?"
"Hear that Chad, you're going be all washed up now!" Chris said looking down at the cellophane wrapped bar of soap, and then pushing his glasses back up his nose.
"He can't hear you, Chris, " Keith said shaking his head, "he's just a bar of soap."
"Well, then what's the point?"
"I explained this before, Chris, until he gets wet, he remains a bar of soap. Basically, unconscious until someone lathers up with him. Then he will be able to share thoughts and memories with whoever is using him. Since he'll be unconscious at first, he will primarily receive their thoughts, as well as perceive and feel and taste and smell whatever part of their anatomy he is in contact with. He will probably transmit thoughts about being grossed out or about being Chad, which will probably either trigger additional scrubbing for the gross out comments, and what the user really thinks of Chad to his shouts out for help. Oh, and let's see he weighed 180 lbs, and now weighs 4 oz. So each ounce that gets washed away equals 45 fewer pounds when I change him back."
"So he'll lose more weight, the more people scrub?"
"No just weight, but size. They whittle him down enough, and six inch Chad will be only good as a cock attendant."
"They? Not you or me?"
"Yeah, Chad's going to end up in the regular shower room soap dish. So he'll be scrubbing down mostly nerds, geeks, and regular guys, maybe a few jocks that are in regular Physical Education classes because their sport is dark," Keith said with a grin. "And as much as I'd love to lather up with Chad here, I really don't want him connecting with my mind to figure out how I did this to him, and how he could do it to us."
Keith carried Chad into the locker room away from the team lockers and showers to the grungier general physical education lockers and showers. He dropped Chad into a box of identical cellophane wrapped bars.