Chad watched as officer guy hurried by with his eyes fixed on Josh's tight butt. He thought, "Perv." Then, he laughed to himself. Everyone around here was a perv: Rick, Josh and Officer Guy. Chad didn't know who to trust. He figured Rick was his best bet at becoming human again. But how to get out of this school and back to Rick.
Suddenly, the bin shifted. A kid in a very plain uniform was pushing the bin. Chad suddenly had hopes of leaping out of a laundry truck. But those were dashed when the bin was wheeled into a huge laundry room with industrial washers and dryers.
The kid began sorting the clothing and towels in the bin. Chad found himself tossed into a bin with at least 50 identical Speedos. They were damp beneath him.
That bin got emptied first into a smaller washer on the gentle cycle. He tried communicating with the other Speedos to see if any were also transformed people. If they were, they remained silent.
How would Josh retrieve him now, Chad wondered.
The wash cycle was boring, the delicate cycle of the dryer moreso.
At last this ordeal was over. The kid was folding each Speedo into a triangle and stacking it.
"Humphreys, hurry up with those suits. The next class is arriving."
Chad and the other Speedos were loaded onto a metal cart, and wheeled out of the laundry and into a tile corridor. It seemed to connect the shower room with an indoor pool. Naked, dripping wet young men filed by grabbing a Speedo from one of the piles, and putting it on, as they headed from shower to pool. A wet hand grabbed Chad. He saw the guy's face before he stepped inside Chad.