Chad lay there on the bed of the pickup truck, as Pedrito and Richard hefted him into the corner and bungied him in place. Pedrito kept shaking his head and giggling nervously. He was going to be a white boy. He felt a little sad about Chad being a blue bottle, but not that sad. He snickered, and grabbed a dollop gel from Chad's leaking cock. He sniffed his hand then ran it through his hair.
"Blonds have more fun," he giggled as he climbed out of the truck bed. Richard was already inside the cab checking out his new highlights.
Chad's head was spinning. One minute he's going to meet his dream date, and the next he's changing into a tub of gel. Hm, gel. He liked that. As he sat there with his butt and feet on the sandy field house floor, Chad felt at peace. He was gelling. He was just in the moment. His inner peace was distracted by Richard manhandling him into the truck, but once they stopped playing with his cock, Chad was content. He barely was aware of Pedrito dabbing himself with gel, and saying something about fun blondes. As the truck left the field house and raced down the highway, Chad was very zen. The scenery from the back of the truck was very pastoral. Richard's folks lived on a 10 acre estate on the edge of town. It had a reflecting pool in front, and manicured lawns. It looked so peaceful.
"Folks are in Cancun for a month, so we got the place to ourselves," he told Pedrito, as Pedrito ran from the metal gates he had just closed to catch up to where Richard had parked the car. A couple of red plastic cups appeared.
Yeow! screamed Chad's mind, as Richard squeezed out a cup full of essence.
"You're turn, Pedrito. Then we can toast and drink to your new citizenship, and my blond makeover," laughed Richard.
Inside the blue plastic container a gas bubble formed at the bottom, and started to rise within Chad's gelled solution.
"Yeow!" Chad screamed again. This time it was barely audible, and Pedrito took it to be the sound of the gel squirting out of the plastic tube that had been Chad's dick.
They left Chad overnight in the truck. The dew on his body chilled Chad.
The bubble rose to the top, and burst. It seemed to break Chad's peaceful revelry. He was a man, not a bottle of gel! He had to escape. He no longer had arms or legs, but he had to do something. There had to be a way. How had Richard done this to him.
Richard? Suddenly, he could see Richard lying on a chaise lounge snoring. Richard's hair was blonder, and his lips were fuller. There was an empty red Solo cup lying on the floor near where he was sleeping. He stood up, and walked over to a mirror. It was Pedrito. Chad was seeing through his eyes. Pedrito's dark brown eyes were flecked with blue. He left the house, and was walking toward the truck with Chad in the back. He refilled his red cup. He drank the gel and coughed a bit, but managed to drain the cup. He belched, and sat down next to Chad.
He poured another cup of Chad, and yawned.
Chad concentrated on Pedrito. He could see through Pedrito's eyes, maybe he could take control, or at least find out how Richard did this to him.
Pedrito yawned, and sounding half drunk mumbled, "No idea, Mr. Chad, Mr. Richard only paid to have you changed. But he doesn't know how you were changed, but the guy he paid does. He -" And Pedrito passed out.
Ten minutes later, Pedrito was sleepwalking at Chad's behest. He concentrated, as Pedrito drove to the gate. Then Pedrito slowly managed to open the gate and drive out. Chad wasn't exactly sure where Pedrito was driving, but he knew it was to where the person who had done this to him was....