Chad was thrilled at being worn. He wasn't going to have to spend another night alone in a pile of dirty wet Speedos or clean folded ones, and then be worn for only an hour or less, and back in a pile of wet dirty Speedos. Again and again.he was finally going away from the school.
Only after Skeeter was on the bus on his way home did Chad realize that the only person who knew he was a Speedo, and could change him back was Coach Sinclair. How would he ever be able to find Chad to change him back?
Meanwhile, Skeeter was feeling confident and secure, as he soaked in the former athlete's essence. He saw an attractive girl a few seats ahead of him. Chad saw her too through Skeeter's eyes. It was Karen Sinclair. Chad knew he would walk over, and ask if he could sit next to her. Then he would make small talk and ask her out.
"Ahem, mind if I sit next to you, miss?" Skeeter said sitting on the empty seat next to Karen before she could reply.
Karen looked at the fresh soapy smelling young man next to her. He had gotten on the bus at her school's bus stop, but she couldn't recall ever seeing him before.
"Uh, have we met?" Karen asked cautiously.
"Oh, not formally, Karen. My resl name is Winston after the British Prime Minister, but everyone's called me Skeeter, as long as I can remember. Uh, I think we've seen each other before. You were with Coach Sinclair, and I was on the field under a helmet playing for the other team." He couldn't remember hearing her name before, but someone must've said it because he just knew it. He blushed, "But the Season is over, so would you consider going out with me next week? Thursday maybe at 6:30? I have to work Friday, uh. Does Thursday work for you?"
Karen was flattered. She thought Skeeter was cute. She looked at him, and said, "Okay, Thursday at 6:30 pm. It's a date."
They hastily exchanged phone numbers because she was getting off at the next stop, and Skeeter had quite a few more stops to go.
Skeeter stood to let Karen off. He hoped she didn't see his tented jeans. He sat back down slouching and pulling his jacket across him to hide his boner.
Chad was fuming. Why hadn't he asked Karen out months ago? This Skeeter only talked with her a couple minutes, and he had a date with her. Then he tasted Skeeter's precum leaking. Chad was hungry and angry. He was hangry. Skeeter sunk lower in his seat. He was so horny, and his Speedo seem to shift from loose to tight to tighter. It was Luke it was jerking him off. That was impossible. He probably jerked off subconsciously. Maybe this was what love felt like? Skeeter fell a hot wet liquid fill his pouch. But his jeans remained dry, and strangely in a couple of moments, his suit was dry too.
Skeeter had a warm feeling of contentment as he leaned back in his seat and grinned. The former quarterback who was now his former rival's underwear was feeling warm and contented too. If Chad's face could be seen now, it would have worn an identical smile.