Chad spent an hour scrubbing himself in the hot shower. His skin was bright red and sore by the time the hot water was all gone. Chad turned off the spigot, and sighed. There was only one towel available to dry his wet body, and it was him. He briefly wondered about how to dry himself, and headed to the sauna. The locker room seemed deserted, as he plodded from the shower room to the sauna, the motion sensing lights in the locker room flickered off.
Chad must've dozed off in the sauna. It was cold when he woke up. Good thing that he set the timer for only 30 minutes or he might be even thirsting than he was. He tugged at his cock ring, it seemed to have fused with his nuts.
Clenching his fists in anger, Chad muttered to himself, I'm gonna kill Rick. He sat up, and exited the sauna. The lights were on. Someone was in the locker room? Maybe the janitor? Or one of the coaches? Or Rick?
Chad paused and listened. No sound. He headed to his locker. He looked around again. No one in sight. He undid his lock and opened his locker.
All his stuff was gone. In place of his clothing and gear were laundry products: detergent, bleach, fabric softener, and clothes pins.
"Personally, I prefer my towel hot out of the dryer, but coach made me promise not to shrink you or do anything to you as a towel that might negatively impact your performance on the baseball diamond," Rick said. His voice came from behind Chad.
Chad spun around, and covered his crotch, and cock ring.
"Rick? Coach is okay with this?"
"Well, he didn't really have a choice, after he blamed you for the lack of funds to cover this month's towel service. Well, he blamed the football team's costs due to making the finals. It could have been bad budgeting on his part. But having a stud like you as my fluffy bathtowel is way hotter than having the coach as a were towel. Anyway, it's time to wash you, and hang you up to dry, so the swim team can use you in the morning."
"I'm clean. I showered for like an hour, I don't need to be laundered, Rick. Please just give me back my clothing, Rick."
"What does a towel need with clothing?"
"I'm not a towel! I am humsn!"
Rick held up a remote control, and said, "I only needed to push the button on your cock ring the first time. Now I can use my remote. As for you being human? Look in the mirror." Rick pointed to the mirror on the wall near Chad. Chad turned to face it. Rick pushed the button on the remote. Chad saw the color drain from his skin, as his body collapsed into a white cotton towel. As he fell to the floor, Rick's index finger hooked on the ring to catch him.
"Definitely, a towel," laughed Rick.