Ryan woke up, and tried to move. He had the worst dream. Tony Dante's jockstrap? He shuddered. Well, mentally he shuddered. He was buried under a ton of wet towels. If he could get out maybe he could move. Damn? He really had been changed into a jockstrap by Vinnie. It wasn't a dream. Why was he still a jockstrap? He should have changed back. Why did he have such an awful vivid dream of being owned by Dante? He dreamt that Tony had written on the inside back of his waistband "Dante's Jock". In the dream, Ryan was so happy about that. Now it terrified him.
Tyler who was the coach's 5th period student aid emptied the towel bin. He spotted the jockstrap and pulled it out, and laughed. He recognized Ryan Standish's face embossed on the pouch of Tony Dante's jockstrap. It was stiff like it was starched, but it didn't smell like starch. No wonder no one had seen Ryan since this morning. Tony must've cum in his jockstrap and then pulled it over Ryan's screaming face to create an impression. The result was sort of like paper mache. Tyler was tempted to toss the makeshift jock art, but it did have Dante's name written on the back inside of the strap, and he had Dante in his next class. He suspected that Tony hadn't realized what an impression Ryan had made on Tony's jockstrap. A few coats of lacquer or resin and Ryan Standish the Jock would be a permanent work of art. Sixth period was art class, and having Tony Dante as a friend would intimidate Tyler's bullies. Ty wore rubber gloves while sorting towels, sometimes they were pretty gross.
Ryan couldn't communicate through the rubber barrier even though Ty was holding him. Ty stuck Ryan in an empty brown paper bag that reeked of bologna. Then he finished sorting the towels to wash.