"What's with the big suitcase, Chad?" Rick asked, when Chad arrived at Rick's house.
"Well, I brought enough for a week, right?"
"Nope, I am taking only one carryon. It's international travel. So select shirt, shorts, Speedo and sandals from your bag, and I'll put them in my bag."
Chad opened his mouth to argue, but shrugged and said, "just be sure to put my string in before putting me on." He rummaged through his luggage. He selected boardshorts, a Hawaiian shirt, and sandals. He also handed Rick his phone and wallet and keys. The keys ended up in a bowl by the front door, along with Chad's wallet. Rick extracted his driver's license and ATM card, and put them in his wallet.
"You might as well strip here, and put your clothes in your suitcase," Rick said.
"Mind if I step inside, Rick?"
"Oh, shy?"
Chad grimaced and carried his bag into the foyer of Rick's house. As Chad undressed, Rick made a show of removing his necklace, and slowly dropping each bead in the bowl with Chad's keys and wallet.
Chad stood there with his bare ass facing Rick, and his hands concealing his currently small tattooed cock.
"You're really shy today, Chad. I've seen you naked hundreds of times, why shy now?"
"Come on Rick, turn me into your Speedo and restring me. Let's get this over with, please?" Chad Begged.
"Lemme see what your hiding," Rick demanded.
"Alright, but you promise, you will change me back as soon as we're in the hotel room in Cancun?"
"Scout's honor," said Rick.
Chad complied. He turned around and lifted his hands.
"Oh, my!" Rick laughed, "Nice tattoo, or is it a birthmark? "Rick's lucky string". I can see why you want this string back."
Chad opened his mouth, but silently fell to the floor. Rick walked over picked up the Speedo. It was still warm. He removed his lucky string, and threaded Chad's original string back in the suit. Then he took off his khakis. He hadn't worn underwear in anticipation of wearing his Speedo. He stepped into Chad. Then he went into the family room to say goodbye to his parents.
"Ready to go, Rick?" his mother asked.
"Don't know why you're flying to San Diego to take a cruise ship to Cancun, when you can fly straight there for less?" his father said gruffly.
Chad did the math. Three day cruise to cancun, would mean Rick would be wearing him for 3 straight days before changing Chad back.
Rick laughed to himself at Chad's anguish.
Two minutes later, his Uber arrived.
At the airport Rick was pulled aside for additional screening. He stood in a TSA room wearing only Chad while the agents ransacked his clothes and luggage.
Rick at first thought it was random, but when they kept asking questions, and cut open the lining of his bag, he realized there was more to it.
"You're a size 9.5 shoe, 10 tops, but these sandals are size 13."
"So? I'm meeting my buddy Chad in Cancun in a few days, and they're his."
"Why didn't he take them himself? Because I'm taking a three day cruise, and he couldn't afford the fare, and he's already on his way to Mexico, so I took a few things he forgot."
"What other things?"
"Boardshorts and Hawaiian shirt," Rick said.
They carefully reinspected those two garments.
"We got a tip, you were smuggling contraband. Any idea why someone would report you, if you weren't?"
"No. Unless it was Bruno? He was mad he couldn't afford Cancun, and instead is driving to Vegas."
"Why would he drive to Vegas? Price of gas today, it's cheaper to fly," one agent said.
"I guess 5 guys splitting a tank of gas is cheaper than 5 tickets?" Rick replied. "Can I dress now? My flight leaves in a few minutes?"
"You can dress after we check your checked luggage. "
"But I didn't check any luggage, " Rick sighed.