Ryan was freaking out. After Vinnie wore him, he had started to grow. He grew big enough that he fit Tony Dante. But he had seen his reflection in Ty's glasses. His face was frozen in the expression it had when Tony came in him. Tony's cum that most be what messed up Vinnie's spell. Now how to undo its effects? Maybe if he got washed? Ryan didn't relish the idea of spending an hour being agitated and spun. Line drying might not be too bad, but tumbling dry would be hell. Still if it made him human again. He desperately needed to communicate.
Ty nervously walked over to where Tony was sitting before art class began. He cleared his throat.
"Whatcha want?" Tony snapped.
"We have to pair up for our art projects?" Ty mumbled.
" Yeah? "
"Well, I found your uh piece in the gym," he said thrusting the bag, " I'd like to do it in fiberglass or resin. I know Standish probably won't let you make another mold of his face, but I think if I starch the fabric really heavily, I can make a mold to - well, that is if you want to be my partner, Tony? "
Tony reached in the bag and grinned as he saw Ryan's frozen face, and his name in elegant black letters proclaiming, "Dante's Jock".
He asked, "Ty, did you do the lettering?"
" Huh? No, didn't you? "
"Well, yeah, but it looks darker than when I did it. Maybe it's just the lighting in here. It's brighter than the locker room? I like you're idea. I never worked in fiberglass before, so I'll rely on you. This sculpture is delicate, so let's wear gloves as we starch it up to make your molds," Tony said. He had learned from his brief contact with Ryan that Ty's rubber gloves blocked communication, and that his .com had apparently frozen Ryan as a jockstrap.
"Really?"
" Yeah, really. Say, Ty , once we've got the molds, we can make different versions of Standish as a wall plaque or maybe as the inside of a urinal? "
Ty laughed, "yeah, functional art. But Ryan will be pissed, won't he?"
" That's the whole idea. Don't worry about Standish. I'll take care of him. "