"Yes?" asked Chad, as he opened the door to a man in a delivery uniform.
"Sign here," he said holding out a stylus and a digital tablet.
"Where's the package?" Chad asked as he signed.
"You're it," replied the deliveryman, as he folded a flattened box.
"Huh?"
"Yeah, the recipient Dirk - uh- I think it's Smithers, anyway he lives next door- he tried you out for size, and decided to pay to have you delivered as his new singlet."
"His new singlet?" said Chad. Damn, his cock had a mind of its own. He shifted his hands to conceal his tented shorts.
"Now in the box with you," the delivery man ordered.
"That little box? Are you bonkers? And even if I could fit, why would I -"
"You signed. You're going in the box," the delivery guy said tapping a box next to Chad's signature on the tablet.
Chad stiffened, and turned blue again. He managed to say, "Nuh-" before he was sucked out of his shorts and flattened into the awaiting open box. The lid closed over him. Then Chad heard the sound of packing tape sealing him in.
A few minutes later, the deliveryman was over at Dirk's house ringing the bell. He hadn't even put Chad on his truck.
"Well, that was fast," remarked Dirk walking over from the lawn mower to the front step where the deliveryman was ringing the bell.
"Yes, what is that?" said Dirk's mother suspiciously, after opening the door.
"It's probably my new singlet," said Dirk.
"You're Dirk?" the deliveryman asked turning to the shirtless pale redhead.
Dirk nodded.
"Then sign here, and the -ahem- package is all yours."
Chad was freaking. He didn't remember anything about Dirk's test use of him yesterday, but he was fully aware and conscious now. He was a friggin' blue wrestling singlet folded up in a dark box. If Dirk dared to put him on, he'd, he'd, uh, what could he do? Give Dirk a wedgie? He sighed. Maybe when Dirk was done with him, and he turned back, he wouldn't remember any of this either? Wait. Dirk had told him this morning what he planned to do with his new singlet. Chad would never be human again. Was that what he signed? Was it even legal?
"There," said Dirk.
"Here's your package, sir!" Chad felt his prison move from the deliveryman's grasp to Dirk's.
"Oh, Dirk, go try it on. I want to see you in your new singlet," said Dirk's mother.