Chad pulled on his sweats, socks and shoes, and got to the school an hour early. He was filled with nervous energy. He didn't want to be a Speedo. Anyone's Speedo. Rick's Speedo- he shuddered at the thought. But at least it wasn't Bruno wearing him. Two hours as Rick's Speedo was one thing, but 24 hours a day for the next two months as Bruno's Speedo would be hell. This way up until the last two weeks, he would spend most of the time as human.
Chad stripped down to his birthday suit, and sat on the bench in front of his locker. He didn't see Rick come up from behind him. He felt a tap on the back of his head just as the clock opposite him struck the hour, and he transformed into Rick's Speedo.
"Hey, wasn't Chad sitting there?" Bruno asked. Apparently, he had followed Rick.
"Huh? Do you see him? I know he was here earlier because he brought me my Speedo. I left it at his house the other day," Rick said.
Bruno shrugged, while Rick stripped out of his street clothes, and donned his still warm Speedo.
Coach Sanchez greeted the swim team with an evil grin.
"Gentlemen, Coach Sinclair is giving me free range with you this year, so I decided to mixup the schedule a bit. Today we're going to be in the pool for 6-8 hours depending on your endurance. Now line up odd lanes, dive in, and swim freestroke, return even lanes, and do that until I say stop," Sanchez ordered. He blew his whistle, "now!"
Several teammates protested:
"But Coach, I got band practice at noon!"
"That's not fair! The schedule says 2 hours. "
"I gotta a lunch date!"
"In the pool now! Swim!"
Rick dove in Chad was irked.6 or 8 hours was better than 24/7, but what choice did he have?