After putting on the jockstrap, you put your pants back on, along with your belt which holds them together. "Honey, dinner's ready," your mother calls you, and you head downstairs to eat with your family. Your mother is serving steak, and fried potato squares, and gives you a plate. At the table was also your father, and 17 year old older sister.
"So son, I hear they're having tryouts at the school this time of year," your father explains. "Maybe you should try, and do one." "I'll pass," You say. "I don't have the muscles for it." "Nonsense, I'm sure you can pull it off," your mother disagrees. After dinner, you take a shower, and go to bed, hopefully something will happen. You were in bed all night, with your new jockstrap on, and the sun begins to rise once it became morning. "(Your Name), honey," your mother calls. "Breakfast is ready."