Ryan couldn't possibly imagine anything worse than being a jockstrap, that was his original thought. The universe just seemed to love to prove him wrong, he thought as he was thrown in the dryer after that excruciating experience in the washer. He was not only worn and thrown in the Lost and Found, but he had been sent to the Thrift Shop as well! As the dryer started, if he could have cried he would have been. Please don't let this get any worse.
Richard Wyatt had just put the last of the furniture into their places in the store and he couldn't be more relieved. He may be in shape because of lacrosse at the local college, but that didn't mean that all the lifting wasn't close to back-breaking. He thought back to the jockstrap that was brought in and sighed in relief. At least I won't have to go get a new one.
Minnie may have freaked out about it, but that jockstrap was actually almost completely new. So in a way he was extremely lucky that he was able to grab it before she tossed it. As he moved to the back of the store, he heard the dryer go off and went over to take the new materials out.
Ryan may have come to the realization that he couldn't die from the water and the heat, but that didn't stop him from being in so much pain. He had noticed the machine had stopped, and he started to pray that he would be taken out by someone so he could be changed back. As a hand grabbed him, he almost shouted in joy. He only barely restrained himself, he didn't want to spook his hopeful savior.
As he was lifted out he saw that the one who had grabbed him was a olive skinned man who was probably a couple years older than him. "Hey can you hear me" he asked the man expecting some form of response, but there wasn't any not even a blink out of place. He just set him to the side and started to put the rest of the materials into the basket.
He started to panic when he was grabbed again and tried to yell for help, but still received nothing. He then thought of how he took control of Snake, and proceeded to concentrate on doing that but there was still nothing. He was almost completely hysterical, did the washing and drying take away my ability to do it. If so this was worse than he thought.
Ryan grabbed the jockstrap and went into the employee restroom and closed the door. He had conveniently decided to go commando today so all he took off was his jeans, and then proceeded to pull the jockstrap on.
He sighed as he felt the nice warmth spread through him, unfortunately it also made him hard, so he reached down and started to rub a load into the new jockstrap.