The grubby hand reaches down in to the clothes bin and grabs Jeff, the speedo. Jeff cant see himself, but he can see everything around him, even feel this person touching him.
"Here is something that will do fine." comes the voice attached to the hand holding him. Its the gym teacher Mister Tomas. The guy is famous for never washing his hands. Jeff cant wait to be put down, having this guys hands on his smooth black lycra would make his skin crawl, if he had skin.
Instead he just dangled there, a speedo with a white draw cord hanging out of the front and a little beige lining. He saw himself in the mirror at the end of a row of lockers. He was blue in front with a cool checkered design, and black in the back. His very favorite colors.
"Here ya go. Dress him up in this." said Mister Tomas, tossing Jeff through the air to the school nurse. She caught him and turned to leave the locker room, entering the swimming pool area through a metal door that squeaked with years of moisture induced rust.
Bending down the nurse began to stretch Jeff between her hands. He saw what he was about to dress. The school CPR dummy. He remembered, today was CPR instruction in gym class, and he was about to dress up the dummy everybody would practice on.
"There. Now you'll like a real swimmer in need of a little mouth to mouth." the nurse spoke to the dummy, but Jeff was the one listening. The room was filled with his fellow students. All of them were wearing their swim trunks, after CPR would be lap swimming and then the period would end and everybody would go off to their various classes.
Jeff felt himself being pulled over the dummies legs. It was amazing. He never had sensations like this before. He was pulled tight and then slid up the dummies legs, he felt like his face was being pushed out by the smooth plastic bulge between the dummies legs. He was a speedo, cupping the dummies anatomy in his smooth self. The dummy didnt have genitals but it did have a bulge to suggest them, it was definitely male. Jeff could feel himself tight against it, seeing his classmates look down at him and giggle. High school kids never appreciated a good speedo.
Then he remembered, "a speedo that transforms its wearer" was written on his screen before this happened.
Then he felt the transformation begin...