For the next hour, Chad was wadded up In Ocean's pocket, while he say in detention. When the final bell rang, he headed to the boys bathroom on the second floor of the science building. In the bathroom, Ocean didn't go into a stall. He took off his shirt, and put it in his backpack. He pulled Chad out of his pocket, and held his trophy up to his face grinning.
"Hello, little Speedo, I'm Ocean, and I rescued you from the lost and found. You're my Speedo now. I wonder who you used to belong to, and what memories you have from your former owner? Only one way to get to know you, Speedo," Ocean said stepping out of his board shorts . He had gone commando as usual. He stepped into Chad.
Chad had been holding his breath. He at first thought Ocean knew he was a were Speedo, but Ocean was a stoner, and he may be on something. If he spoke before Ocean out him on, the kid might freak and throw him in the trash. He needed to approach Ocean more cautiously than he had Rod. He still didn't know how this had happened, who had done it to him, and how to reverse it. He stared at Ocean's thick dark uncut cock set in a dirty blond sea of pubes. Of course, Ocean's shoulder length hair was nearly white because it was bleached by the sun. Chad had noticed some guys had darker skinned manhood than the rest of the bodies, but he had never gotten this close to one before.
Snapped into place, Chad felt Ocean pull his drawstring tight, and tie a bow. Chad felt thrilled to have a butt and balls and Ocean's exotic cock inside him. He hadn't realized how empty and abandoned he felt when Rod took him off. The board shorts got pulled up over him. He could see Ocean's sandalled feet through the openings I the board short legs below him. The blond hairs on his deeply tanned ties were more exotic than the blond hairs on his own toes had been. It was the darker tan, and brainwashed hairs that made it stunning. Chad missed his toes.
"Yeah, Speedo is way more comfortable than a jockstrap, and supportive enough, " Ocean said picking up his backpack. He exited the bathroom and then went down the back stairs and exited the science building. The whole while Ocean's unfettered consciousness was streaming into Chad's mind. Ocean was high. He was thinking about his groin injury, which is why he wore a supporter under his board shorts when he bicycled and surfed. Chad could feel how the jockstrap had felt compared to how it felt now wearing Chad. He might wear the Speedo all day, it was comfortable enough, then he wouldn't have to stop by the restroom to change after school. There was a soft musical melody playing in the background of Ocean's mind. It quickly became a distracting ear worm in Chad's. It was mellow, rhythmic, seemed to be in time with Ocean's heart rate. Chad found himself getting lost in the myriad of Ocean's scattered thoughts and constant music.
Ocean was no pedaling and sweating.
Chad decided to speak.
"Um, Ocean, it's me Chad," he began softly, " I know this will seem weird to you, b-"
"Cool flashback. Must be the acid hit I took watching the championship game. It was like I was the quarterback instead of Chad, running into the end zone and victory. Wicked cool if this really was Chad's Speedo, and it absorbed his memories. Yeah, Speedo, from now on you're CHAD!" He began pedalling faster . His fantasy of Chad drowned out Chad's protest as Ocean biked home. He wanted to surf before the sunset. Detention had cut his surfing time, there was a storm off the coast so the afternoon waves would be higher than usual. He would surf in the morning too. He might get in an extra 5 minutes if he didn't take Chad off in the bathroom before school started.
Chad was sort of freaking. Ocean's jumbled flashback ridden mind had transformed Speedo into Chad, and Chad into Speedo. They were one thing in Ocean's mind. How would Chad ever convince Ocean that he was more than a Speedo?