Jeff woke up the next morning to a sharp knocking on his door and his mom's muffled voice shouting something about school. Slowly, he turned over in bed until his face was buried in his pillow, and let out a long, tired groan. His limbs felt stiff and his head ached. If he didn't know better he'd say he was hung over.
Slowly, creakily, he rolled his shoulders back, yawned, and swung his feet off the side of his bed. Across the room at his desk, his laptop was still open, a brightly colored screen saver flashing across the screen. A quick touch of the mouse and the computer whirred back to life. The program, this "Chronivac" thing was still open from last night, just as he'd left it.
"Well," he muttered to himself, "I guess that wasn't a dream, at least."
He quickly x-ed out of the Chronivac window and shut his computer off. It had been careless to leave it open without password protection all night, knowing what it was capable of. Come to think of it, it probably wasn't a good idea to even bring his computer to school for a bit — not until he could get some more serious security measures.
Putting aside thoughts of the Chronivac for now, Jeff started to get ready for school. That's where the real fun would begin, after all. Grinning to himself, he removed the old T shirt and boxers he'd been using as pajamas, and slid open his sock drawer to start getting dressed.
"Huh," he muttered, "this is new."
Jeff had never been a very athletic kid growing up, and his sock drawer usually reflected that. But today, where he would normally find his usual collection of boxers and loose boxer briefs, his drawer was instead full of what looked like jockstraps.
Frowning, he held one up. On closer inspection it wasn't *exactly* like a jock — it wasn't made of any sort of athletic fabric, and the pouch and front half of the undies were a lot more modest than he expected. From the right angle, it was hard to tell they weren't a pair of normal black briefs. The back, though, was open to the air, with two jockstrap like strips of fabric acting as support. Jeff slipped them on and turned to survey himself in the mirror.
"They're a bit snug," he mused, tugging at the waistband.
While the underwear had good coverage from the front, it was form fitted enough that it still didn't leave all that much to the imagination. Experimentally, he turned to the side, and let his eyes trace his silhouette in the mirror. Proper jock strap or not, these new undies certainly did give his ass a nice lift.
"I guess guys my age are expected to dress like this now, huh? Make sure there's easy access when we need to be used...heh."
Jeff hurriedly finished getting dressed, gathered his books and pens for the schoolday, and went downstairs to grab a quick breakfast on his way out the door. No time to lay around — he had a new world to explore!
As he quickly rinsed his dishes and put them in the dishwasher, he found himself wondering who the first 'victim' of the Chronivac would be. When he'd made the changes he'd been thinking of some of the jocks and bullies at school, but how would he react if the first human fleshlight he got to use was one of his friends, or just some nerd he'd never talked to? Or, he thought with a mixture of dread and arousal, *he* could be the first to experience the change...