"Oh. I nearly forgot. I've got to dye you, so I can wear you to school. I can't wear a pink jockstrap. I wonder if you will remain that color if Vinnie turns you back?" Horst said, "if you're blue would you become blue skinned like tattooed all over or turn into a tiny smurf? If black or brown or yellow would your race change too?"
Ryan balked, "wait, Horst, please don't do this."
But if Horst heard Ryan, he didn't acknowledge that he did.
"Well, I doubt you'll be anything but my lucky jockstrap from now on. So whether the dye would effect your human form is irrelevant. I think I'll go with whatever dye I can find in the kitchen. My mom said that she thought there was some left in the cupboard from when my kid sister's Girl Scout troop made tie dye t-shirts. Then I'll borrow my sister's Bedazzler to dress up my new jockstrap."
Whistling, Horst trotted downstairs to the basement cupboard. He rifled around until he found a bottle of dye.
"This should do. Label's smudged, but it looks dark enough. Black, purple or navy blue, maybe?"
Horst started filling the old utility sink with water. He added the dye to the swirling water. He emptied the whole bottle. Then he tossed screaming Ryan into the stream of water. He turned off the water. Horst put on some old rubber gloves and began kneading and stretching the pink jockstrap to thoroughly work the dye into the fabric.
Ryan was drowning and gagging in the foul tasting dye. It made his eyes and skin burn. Finally, Horst stopped torturing him, and left Ryan to soak in the dye filled sink. Horst was gone for about an hour.
He was whistling a cheerful tune when he took Ryan out of the sink, and held him up dripping.
"Not bad if I do say so myself," Horst said smugly. He dipped Ryan in one more time for good measure, as he felt for the drain stopper and pulled it out. The dark liquid swirled down the drain, leaving a dark ring around the lower third of the sink. Horst turned on the water, and to Ryan's horror used the jockstrap to wipe the sink clean. Then he thoroughly rinsed Ryan out with water. Now he hung Ryan up over the sink to drip dry overnight.
In the morning, Horst came down, and took Ryan off the cord hanging over the sink. He ran upstairs, he spread Ryan out on his desk next to a black plastic box filled with shiny beads. Horst held up what looked like a plastic staple gun, and set it down again. He took some chalk and started drawing stars an lightning bolts on the waistband. He then spelled out "Pwn'd by Horst".
Horst spent the next hour embedding shiny beaded studs into his new lucky jockstrap. Ryan was in agony. He had gotten his ear pierced once, and vowed never to get another piercing. Now he felt like he was getting his cock, balls, tongue, nose, eyelids, ears, belly button, nipples, every part of his body seemed to be getting pierced. He was sobbing, cursing, screaming, begging: all to no avail.
At last Horst stopped. He held Ryan up. He sparkled in the sunlight.
"Yes!" Horst said pumping his fist in the air. He pulled his boxer shorts off, and stepped into Ryan.