Chad managed to make it out the back door to the alley. It was still dark. Chad was naked accept for the makeshift clear plastic toga wrapped around him. He breathed hard. He tried to think, but none of it made sense. He just needed to get home unseen. He would figure it out in the morning. Rick was coming over. He would help Chad make sense of this nightmare.
Chad ran to the end of the alley. The streets were deserted. He waited for what seemed like an eternity, then he streaked across the street and into the park. It was only a block square park, but Chad's street was just a block up. So Chad ran along the path. The solar park lamps were mostly off, but there was light from the full moon overhead.
His thoughts were filled of Jimmy and Brent, and Chad being worn. For some reason, this was super erotic for Chad. His penis was fully erect. Maybe it was because it was tightly wrapped in the torn plastic garment bag? He almost stopped to jerk off, but he was naked, and if he stayed still a patrolling policeman might catch him.
He hid in the shadows at the far corner of the park. A lone car drove by. Someone working a night shift on the way home? He didn't care. As soon as the coast was clear, Chad ran diagonally across the street, then keeping mostly in the shadows ran through front yards until he reached his street. The whole time neighborhood dogs barked at his passage. He prayed no one would see him. Then he crossed his street, and hop-ran up the gravelly alley to his house. He hopped his fence. Bounder his dog barked. Then he sniffed Chad, whined softly and retreated from his master.
"Yo, Bounder, it's me. Sniff. Oh, maybe this plastic is what smells funny to you? Well, I'm exhausted. Going to bed, Bounder." Chad yawned.
Chad pet his dog on the head. He didn't notice the dog flinch at his touch.
Chad collapsed plastic and all on top of his made bed. He breathed out. Then he stopped breathing. He was the red singlet again. Chad was dead to the world.
He didn't hear Rick come in.
"Waas this? Where's Chad?" Rick said aloud as he stood in Chad's empty room.
Chad's parents were away for the weekend. So Rick let himself in through the unlocked back door as always. He and Xhad had a full weekend planned.
Maybe Chad started last night, Rick hypothesized as he noted the bed cover was mussed, but no one slept under the sheets. Maybe Chad got lucky?
Then Rick noticed the singlet on Chad's bed. Hm? So Chad is going to join the wrestling team? He picked up the singlet.
As soon as Rick's flesh touched the stretchy silky material he felt flushed. He was hot, sweaty and horny. He had to wear it. He had to wear it now.
"Chad won't mind. Maybe he will want to wrestle when he gets here?" Rick told himself as he hurriedly stripped out of his clothing. Shoes ended up in opposite corners of the room socks halfway between. Shirt on the bed next to the singlet. His jeans in a heap at his feet. He paused. Should he wear underwear? He held up the singlet. He decided. His underwear were dropped on top of his jeans and he stepped into the singlet totally naked.
Chad woke with a start. Rick was inside him. Rick immediately popped a boner.
Chad couldn't speak. He had a purpose. He had to make his wearer love Jimmy. The spell compelled him.
Jimmy was freaking. Brent's special singlet was gone. The backdoor was ajar. Chad couldn't have changed back on his own could he?
Rick suddenly was overwhelmed with images. Jimmy. Brent. Chad. Him. A twosome, threesone or foursome? It didn't make sense. He had to see Jimmy. He had to see Chad. No he had to see Brent.
Wearing only the shiny red singlet, Rick dashed out of Chad's front door. Running barefoot. Rick wasn't sure where Brent or Jimmy lived, but the wrestling singlet seemed to know. Rick needed Jimmy or Brent really badly. He had never run this fast before. He broke into a sweat as he ran across the lush grass of the park.