"Amazing," Rico remarked.
"Amazing? What the fuck is do amazing about me being some doofus' jockstrap?"
"Oh, huh? Yeah- you're not a magic practioner, so you wouldn't know," sighed Rico.
"What's that supposed to mean? Wait, since you can hear me, can you magic me back to normal? I'll pay you."
Another sigh, as Rico headed to towel cage to look up the locker owner where Chad was found.
"Not exactly. I'm Rom," Rico began.
"Your name is Rom? I thought it was Rico? Wait like that Ferengi on that SciFi show? You're an alien?"
"Stop jabbering and listen for a change."
"Thhuh? Okay. Listening."
"One my name is Rico. I'm a Rom or Roma or Romani, what lots of people call gypsies. I'm in tune with magic. That's why I am able to communicate with you. I'm not a sorcerer. I know some protective spells, but none of those can break the spell you're under. Two, whether I wear you or not, you probably have to be worn by someone. Most transformations require the subject be used for their intended purpose before the spell can be broken. My grandfather told me about a 15th Century guy who spent centuries stowed in a trunk because he had been transformed into a complete for a young prince who got himself poisoned. Anyway he was lucky the prince was not buried wearing him. Three, I found the locker owner where you were found. Um, you know him, and if you want to be human, I'm guessing you probably have to be worn by him."
Rico sighed again. He explained, "See Terry and Mike really couldn't converse the way you can. They were more in a dreamlike state. They were not fully conscious. When I found them in your locker, I left them there until after the game. Funny, I didn't see a note. Whoever put them there must have brought the note later. See they had to absorb your sweat, maybe foot sweat or any sweat, but it had to be yours. I suspect you may need piss, sweat and cum before you can be human again. I could try jerking off in you in the sauna and then piss through you in the shower room, but I wore Terry and Mike in the sauna, and nothing happened. So I put them back. After the game, a simple hex breaker of herbs, oil and holy water did the trick. Yes, I tried that on them.first."
"Anyway, they didn't remember anything when they woke up naked in the dirty towel bin. Just had a bad nightmare, and maybe had a foot fetish. I've caught them a couple times sniffing socks."
"Oh, gawd, I'm not going to end up a crotch sniffer. Ew, cum in me - no way!"
"Hey, Chad, maybe it won't come to that, but some spells are locked with a very precise sequence of events required to break them."
"So who is this guy that I'm going to be worn by? Is he a sorcerer? Or what?"
"I dunno. If he is a sorcerer, and did this to you. He will be able to hear you too. If he didn't do this to you, he may or may not be able to hear you. If I substitute a real jockstrap for you, and he did this to you, then he will know that that jockstrap isn't you. If he didn't do it, I could substitute you, but I may still have to put you back in his locker to be worn if his specific bodily fluids are the key to breaking your spell," Rico seemed more to be thinking out loud than to actually conversing with Chad.
"So who the hell does the locker belong to already?"
"Well- the card file says that locker is assigned to-"