As Chad fingers the phone, he notices a shiny black pamphlet with yellow lettering slide out of the cubby hole. The cover reads, "How To Transform Anyone Into Rubber Gear".
Rubber gear? Like padding or shoes? Chad wondered nervously. Was he going to shrink?
He set the phone down and grabbed the booklet, and started reading.
Rubber gear referred to rubber fetish clothing and items: dildos, bondage suits, sleep sacks, vacuum beds, hoods, waders, puppy gear, and more. Damn, this gear was hot. Chad forgot for a few moments that he was rubber now, and Rick apparently intended to change him into one of these items. Damn, so hot. He forgot about the phone, and stared at one picture in particular.
Rick cursed, he needed to get Chad out of the sauna, and he was running two hours late. He really had gotten into binge watching, and totally lost track of time.
"Yo, Ch- Fuck, wonder boy's gone!" he cursed looking in the empty locker. He knew Chad would have discovered his own locker was empty. Still he should be rubber. Maybe he would be by his locker, if Rick was lucky. He headed into the locker room with his master key ring jiggling from his belt. He rounded the corner, saw his open locker, the open booklet on the bench, and the most beautiful thing of all. Chad had gone and changed himself into a hot piece of rubber gear. Rick couldn't wait to try Chad out.
Chad lay across the bench totally zoned out. He was rubber gear, and he was caught in the moment. He was rubber.