He opened the door to the hall. He stared at the inside of a giant underwear drawer. It had to be an illusion. He set his jaw, and marched forward out of his room. It was really the hall, it was not an underwear door. He would go down the hall, go to the kitchen and get some food.
Chad wasn't hungry anymore. He wasn't moving. He was lying on soft cloth, and he was expanding and hollowing out. He feared for a moment he was becoming a jockstrap again. But that fear passed. He didn't feel like a jockstrap. He didn't know what he was, but he wasn't hungry. He was relaxed. Maybe he could get some sleep now. This was better than the hard floor. He tried to doze off, but underwear doesn't sleep. The door to his room was still open, but jock boy might not be a jockstrap, but he couldn't move if his life depended on it. He was worried that it might.
Time dragged on. He forgot about escaping, he concentrated on guessing who's drawer he was in. He was pretty sure it was Rick's or Bruno's. Did Bruno ever wear anything but Speedos? Had to be Rick then - or maybe Rod? The only thing he could smell was the clean odor of detergent. Suddenly, he heard voices. They were familiar voices.
"Yeah, Angie, sure, whatever? Oh, alright, I promise I'll put on some clean underwear now. Okay?"
Angie's reply sounded a bit tinny, Derek must've had her on speaker phone, as she said, "Derek, I'm serious, you're meeting my parents tonight, and you better wear clean underwear. The pair you're wearing reeks, when did you change it last?"
"It wasn't that long ago," Derek protested.
Another sound, Chad recognized it as a muffled snicker. Apparently, Angie heard it too.
"What was that? Is someone with you?"
Chad wondered whether the voices were coming from the opening into his room, or if he might really be in his brother Derek's underwear drawer?
"Just moved some papers. Next sound you'll hear is my underwear drawer opening," Derek said opening the drawer.
Light streamed down on Chad, and Derek's shirtless torso and face loomed over him.
"Alright just be on time, and don't stink," ordered Angie, then she added, "Love you, frat boy."
"Love you, Angel"
CLICK.
"Dude, you are so pussy whipped. How many days for this pair?" Alex asked holding a stained smelly pair of boxer briefs at the end of pencil.
"Hah, hah," said Derek, "Only 29 days," he sighed.
"If you're gonna break Lance's record, you gotta wear 'em for 53 days," Alex said looking into the open underwear drawer, "Ooh, is your bro gay? It looks like the impression of his face in your undies." He pointed with his other hand.
"He's not gay, but I wouldn't put it past him to have put my clean undies on his head as a prank. This is a new pair," Derek said lifting Chad out. "It does look like Chad, another reason not to take him off for three months."
There months? thought Chad.
"You mean two months, right, you only have to break Lance's record."
"The end of term, and the junior prom are three months away, and if I'm going to break Lance's record, I mean to really set a new one. And Angie will insist on clean undies for the dance anyway, so, I can bargain something from her in exchange," he said with a smile. He kissed the image of Chad on his new briefs, and put them on. He snapped the waistband, "Welcome to your new home for the next 90 days!"
He and Alex laughed.
Chad was relieved, at least Derek was freshly showered. Then the thought of ninety days hit him. He'd totally reek.