"Okay, Chad, you're a good Speedo, you keep your face hidden from the faculty, and let the players see it every now and then, and maybe I'll get some of the respect I deserve from these dumb wet jocks. Should've probably made you into sweats when you weren't on the field during football season, but coach would've been pissed, and even if I made you a happy jockstrap, I couldn't trust you to willing go back and forth from being human to being my jockstrap. But you're not on the swim team, and you're not signed up for any sports until Baseball Season. Oh, you think someone will miss you, think again. I planned this out very carefully. I couldn't blot you out of everyone's minds, but I could block about a half dozen people like some of your relatives - your 'rents for example. Bruno and Rick will recognize you when they see you on the pouch, but they won't think about you otherwise, at least not too much," laughed Josh, "That body wash also doubled as a Brain Wash. They may have bigger dicks, blonder hair, and a cockier attitude like you, but they will have trouble remembering you."
Chad was too euphoric to really hear or comprehend Josh's villain's monologue. Josh frowned at the smiling face on his Speedo. Maybe he'd wasted his speech. Maybe he'd have to make Chad less happy. Perhaps if he spent a night in an empty locker after all, he would be more appreciative. He peeled Chad off.
Chad was startled. He was suddenly cold and empty, a harsh metal hook dug into his ass. He was hanging in an empty locker, as the Wonderful Josh slammed it shut. NO! shrieked Chad in total silence.
Josh smiled as he walked away. He had no idea that an unintended audience had heard his monologue and now was working on how to get the locker open to see if the Speedo really was Chad.