"Bruno, what are you still doing here?" Coach Sinclair had returned for something in his office, and surprised Bruno as he tried to pick Josh's lock.
"Yo, Coach, I put my Speedo in the wrong locker by mistake, and-"
"And you won't need it until next week because there are no meets or practices this weekend because Monday is President's Day. Now get going. I'll lock up behind us, and engage the alarm. You can get Josh to help you retrieve your Speedo on Tuesday," Sinclair said.
"Yes sir," Bruno said in a defeated tone. He would just get their Tuesday morning before Josh arrived.
Chad just hung there in the dark dank locker dripping dry. He was sure any minute his owner would be back for him. Minutes turned into hours. Chad was still cold and wet. Maybe Josh would never come back for him. He sobbed.
At some point well into his crying jag, Chad fell asleep, or at least passed out. After all inanimate objects cannot really sleep can they?
It might have been Saturday, or Sunday or maybe it was early Monday morning? Chad had no way of knowing for sure. He had had the most bizarre dreams, Josh was some sort of wizard, witch or mad scientist, and in each dream Chad found himself changed into a Speedo and being worn by that annoying jock-wanna-be. Worst of Chad developed some sort of weird desire to be worn by, and worship the wimp Josh's body, and drink his delicious penis nectar. Penis nectar? Damn it was cum, jizz or semen! In each dream he not only ate or absorbed every load, every last drop, and he wanted more.
Chad shuddered. He must still be dreaming. It looked like was hanging in a locker. He had had homoerotic dreams before, but he had always been the top. He was really disconcerted to be in the role of the bottom or sub. He thought if he was going to dream of being a guy's Speedo, it should have been Bruno, not Josh. Really anybody other than Josh.
Maybe it wasn't a dream?
Then came the self-realization.
He panicked. He really was a Speedo in a school locker. Josh really had worn him, and jerked off inside him. This was a nightmare.
Chad's horror turned to anger. In his furor he struggled to will himself back into a human. It was a long, tedious, exhausting process, but it started to payoff. He grew heavier, and bigger. He was breaking Josh's spell or curse. He was breathing. He was some weird hybrid human Speedo, but he had a heartbeat, and was breathing.
Chad's athletic discipline was now focused on being human. He visualized being human. He was becoming human again. He was panting, sweating, and aching all over. But he no longer was hung on the locker hook. His bare soles pressed against the cold metal floor of the locker. There was a clanking noise and the locker swung open.