"Oh, no, Nate, not later! I'm doing laundry now. Give me that jockstrap!"
"Yes, mother," sighed Nate as he peeled crusty Jeff off him in the hallway, and then pulled his sweat pants back on. He dashed back to the laundry porch and threw Jeff into the open washing machine.
"That's better." She said closing the lid and listening the machine roar to life. She glanced at the clock. Jeff would be nice and clean when he became human again just in time for dinner. She lifted the lid as the machine filled with sudsy water, and whispered, "Jeff, I hope you had a good day as Nate's jockstrap. He seems awfully happy, so I'm sure you two bonded. When you're dry, Jeff, I'll leaveyou on your bed. You should become human again about 15 minutes before dinner. "
Nate snuck into Jeff's room, sat down at Jeff's computer, he winced as his thigh squished a testicle, he missed wearing his supportive Jeffstrap, and tried to log into Chronivac.