The exchange student peeled off his tighty whiteys and set them next to the computer. Incessant singing filled Chad's mind. He glared at the guy pulling on another pair of briefs, and suddenly felt jealous of them. Sanji - that's the guy's name.
Sanji! shrieked Chad, Sanji, please stop! I don't want to be happy undies. Happy...happy...happy undies. We are happy undies, we love cradling intelligent men's balls, we love being happy undies...no-no, I am Ch-ch-chappy undies? We are happy undies, we love cradling intelligent men's balls, we love being happy undies. Best thing in the world to be. Chad was trapped in the song. He struggled to think independently of the singing program, but even his thoughts were now corrupted. Now when he found himself thinking of the exchange student Sanji, he couldn't help but think how smart he was- after all he'd turned a big dumb jock into tighty whiteys. It was an honor to cradle his balls. Cradle his balls? No, no I am Ch-ch-ch-ch-chappy undies? He sobbed. He couldn't tell whether it was a sob of joy or despair. Maybe it was both. He was battling for control of his own mind. He no longer had control of his body, but he didn't want to lose control of his mind. Maybe if he played along, he could keep control. Maybe he could take control of Sanji.
"Seriously, Sanjit, I don't believe it," said Raj, as he followed Sanji into his room.
"I give you our school's Most Valuable Player, and former Big Man On Campus, Chad!"
"Tighty whiteys? Chad? Ha ha, I wish. TWON!"
"TWON?"
"Tighty Whitey On Nerd."
"Here!" Sanji tossed them to Raj, and went over to his computer.
"We are tighty whiteys, we are happy undies, we love to cradle intelligent men's balls, we are tighty whiteys, we are happy undies," were the words echoing in Raj's brain. It sounded like Chad.
"Dude, your undies sing?"
"Yeah, Chad's been dosing on my underwear brainwashing program all weekend. You want to wear him?"
"Does he ever stop singing?"
"Dunno, first guy I've turned into underwear."
"Why Chad? Rick's the jerk who makes us do his homework?"
"Oh, I thought I might give Chad to Rick after breaking him in. Chad was a jock, jocks pick on us. Maybe Chad didn't pick on us directly, but he's part of the jock clique so he's just as responsible. Besides I figured his disappearance would be less likely to be traced back to me. Besides, I needed a test subject, and he was just so easy to trick."
"Chad?" Raj held the singing undies and stared they used to be 180 lb jock? "Chad. Uh, can you change him back?"
"Huh? Why?"
"Just theoretically curious, if it's reversible?"
"Oh, I dunno. Maybe. Hm, I suppose it might be?" Sanji started reviewing his notes. He had been so intent on turning Chad into undies that he had considered how, if ever to reverse it. Now he was intrigued by the possibility. Maybe he could make a better, subservient Chad." He smiled.