Vinnie peeled off his sweaty jockstrap, and set it on the bench by Ryan's locker. He showered, dressed. Then he returned to check on Ryan. Ryan's face was clearly visible on the pouch and the waistband had grown from XS to L. It might take an hour or more for the 4 ounce jock to regain his 175 pound body. So Vinnie left him there. Kids filed in to change for the next PE class. They ignored the jockstrap.
"Tony, I don't care where you get it, but you are going to be marked absent and get a week's detention if you're not properly suited up with a jockstrap," shouted the coach.
"Come on, coach, these uniform shorts are too short. I can't help that my dick slips below the pant leg! And the boxers stick out lower!" Tony protested.
"Wear a jockstrap!" Coach replied.
"Wear a jockstrap? Wear a jockstrap," muttered Tony, "or a week's detention?"
Then he saw Ryan on the bench.
Tony pulled off his shorts, grabbed Ryan and started to step into him.
No! Shrieked Ryan.
Tony froze and looked around. Nobody in sight. He continued to pull up the jockstrap.
"No, I'm not really a jockstrap. Don't put me on, Tony! It's me Ryan Standish," Tony heard Ryan's voice in his head. He looked down and smiled. He finished putting on the jockstrap. Patted the screaming pouch, pulled on his shorts and ran out to class.
Ryan was horrified to hear Tony's thoughts. Normally, I hate wearing a jock, but wearing Ryan Standish who hates being worn, well, that is a jock I don't mind wearing.