Mrs. Klaymouth came over as rubber gloved Ty and Tony applied a third thin coating of starch to the jockstrap embedded with Ryan Standish's screaming face. The jockstrap was balanced pouch face up on a wooden peg drying stand.
"Oh, my is this your boy's project? Uh, the emotion is intense, but the material is um unique? Ah-"
"Tentatively, we're calling it The Jock. Get it the jockstrap with the jock's face. Though Tony thought maybe Jock Pain? But we're just stiffening the jockstrap to make it solid enough to cast. The final piece will be fiberglass," Ty said.
"Fiberglass jock? Hm, sounds interesting. If it turns out half as well as the prototype, I may ask you to enter it in the competition."
Tony blurted out, "I molded the face. I thought maybe a series of expressions, Pain, Defeat, Determination, Joy, maybe?"
For a moment, the art teacher's hand brushed against the starched fabric. Her eyes widened, and her hand quickly withdrew. For a moment she thought she heard screaming. Ryan was ranting. He knew the only way that Tony might change his expression was if he wore Ryan again, and jerked off again. Though the hardening starch would make that more difficult.
Ty ended up making three casts, and Tony put the stiff "death mask" of Ryan the Jock into his bag.
"What are you going to do?"
"Wash it."
"You're kidding?"
"Coach insists I wear it during class," Tony replied.
"But it's art!"
"You just made three copies. It's uh- " Tony pursed his lips searching for the word. Art is ephemeral, and a dirty jockstrap is pretty ephemeral. Besides I want to try out a couple different facial expressions."
"Take photos first in case the molds don't work," Ty said, and then added, "How are you going to get Ryan Standish to pose?"
"Oh, don't worry about that," laughed Tony patting his backpack gently.