Rick had gotten elected captain of the school varsity baseball team. They'd had their first practice early that day. Nobody could pitch worth their salt. Rick was the first baseman and power hitter. He needed a pitcher. There was one guy with a powerful arm who could throw the ball, but his pitches went wild. Rick didn't think Snake could learn to control his pitching in time for them to be champions.
Wracking his brains, Rick suddenly remembered a guy who was last year's Varsity team pitcher. He hadn't thought of him in months. Rick grabbed his phone, and pulled up a video of last year's baseball team with that guy pitching. Then he started rummaging around in his dresser drawers.
"Where did I put that thing?" Rick said in frustration, "I remember last time I wore it was my pool party a couple weeks ago, had that hot sex with that couple. I left it in the pool house."
Rick ran out to the pool house, pulled down the Murphy bed. He pulled the sheets off, a small bit of blue fabric flew to the floor. Rick snatched it up.
"Hey, Chad, it's baseball season. You still remember how to pitch? If you do, you might get to be human again?" Rick asked the tiny triangles of cloth.
He frowned at the silence, and laughed.
"That's right, I silenced you. Okay, Speedo, you may now communicate fully with whoever wears you, in fact, you have to share all your unfiltered thoughts with whoever is touching you. So do you remember how to pitch?"
*Baseball? I can speak! You can hear me!* Chad thought excitedly. His frustration and loneliness from being just Rick's Speedo for months without being human once flashed through as anger, distrust and hate.
"Love the passion, jock boy. Think you can direct it at pitching?"
*I'll be human?*
"For a bit at least. More if you do a good job, Speedo. You think about it. I'm going to set up a practice area on the tennis courts. You demonstrate your skills then, and we'll see."
He tossed the Speedo on the unmade bed, and left. He had some calls to make.
Chad lay limp and helpless on the Murphy bed in the pool house. His mind was racing. He had to get control of his emotions. He had to focus on pitching.
A few hours later, Rick returned. Chad found himself writhing in agony as he shifted from being a few ounces of synthetic fibers to a 180 lbs of muscle and bones. It had been so long since he had been human, his body seemed to have trouble remembering its original shape.
"Come on, Speedo, if you're ready to play ball. If things go well, you may never be a Speedo again. If not, there's room in my dresser drawer for you "
Chad stood uncertainly, he hadn't stood in months. He was naked, uncertain of himself and everything, and totally at Rick's mercy. But he had hope, a sliver of hope. He might never be a Speedo again. He took a tentative step. He couldn't have forgotten how to walk. No, he just needed to-
"Come on, S- Chad!" Rick ordered.
At hearing his own name, Chad straightened up, and started walking to catch up with Rick who was wearing his baseball uniform.