Chad sighed, he decided not to go anywhere. He curled up in a ball and went back to sleep. Daylight was streaming through his window. The floor was hard and cold. Chad opened his eyes and yawned. He really had to piss. Chad walked over to window, and raised the sash. No outside, it was the inside of gym bag still. He sighed, and aimed his cock out the window, and began to piss. He hoped that the bag belonged to whoever had done this to him. He shook his cock dry, and lowered the window. It was morning. Maybe someone would see him through the window?
He stood naked at the window for what seemed like an eternity. Then he sighed, and began pacing his room.
There was a faint thud, and he thought he heard someone whisper his name. Suddenly, the door flew open.
"Chad! What the fuck? You're not dressed? I've been calling you for like the last twenty minutes!" shouted Brad angrily.
Chad stared in disbelief. His room was restored. His bed and bedding was there in the middle of his bedroom. His posters, trophies, furniture and clothing was all back. He sighed in relief.
"Put something on, we gotta get going!" ordered Brad, as he started to pull the door shut.
Chad ran toward the door shouting, "No, don't close the door!"
But it was too late. The moment the door closed. Everything was gone. Chad stood in the barren room. He opened the door, and stared into the giant underwear door.
"Brad! Brad! Open the door!" Chad shouted.
But all was silent.
He tried the window again. It was still the gym bag's interior, but now the most prominent odor was piss. Reluctantly, he tried the bathroom drawer, and found it was still a giant washing machine. He glanced over at the closet, but he didn't even bother to try it. He just sat down on the floor and started to cry.
About ten minutes later, the door flew open again. Chad was sitting naked in the middle of his bed sobbing.
"What's wrong with you, Chad?!" shouts Brad from the doorway.