"Yo, y-fronts, you ain't going anywhere. If I can't wear you, I'll wear your jockstrap," the owner said testily, as he took the acrylic frame off the wall and lifted out Chad's jockstrap, and put it on.
Chad watched from his improvised hiding space with the dust bunnies under his master's bed. He felt strangely jealous of his old jockstrap. He should be cradling the master's manhood, and hugging those tight butt cheeks. No, it reminded itself that it once was human and would be a man again.
"Can't be late tonight. Well, Chad isn't going to get very far as a pair of my y-fronts. Bet he is missing be worn already.' Chad's owner finished dressing and left. He noisily made a show of locking his bedroom door, as if that would keep Chad inside. As Chad defiantly inch-wormed his way out from under the bed, the former athlete realized just how small and helpless he was now. He stopped a couple feet from the sliding mirrored closet door. He collapsed a flimsy bit of cotton fabric with an elastic waistband. Then he gathered all his willpower and concentrated.
His mantra: "I am Chad. I am man." He repeated this mantra endlessly as the room grew dimmer and finally totally dark. Hours must have elapsed.
Some time in the wee hours of the morning, Chad heard metal scraping the lock. The lights flickered on. The owner was home and flying high as a kite.
He looked at Chad, shook his head. Locking the door, he said as he staggered over to his bed, "Chad? Nah. Muss be hallyncinating." He passed out.
Chad was elated. He was fae from human, but he must have the mass of small dog or house cat. He still appeared to be made of cloth, but his mass had increased. He could see that with the room light on. He had to become a man again before his owner woke up. He concentrated harder and repeated his mantra agaim and again.
As dawn lightened the sky, Chad could see his nearly human reflection in the mirror. He waa still blue fabric but he was clearly humanoid.
The master on his bed yawned loudly stretched and rolled over.
Chad struggled to stand. He was like a half inflated pool toy. The owner snored loudly. Chad just had to be a man again. He wasn't about to spend another day as some jerk's y-front undies- let a lone 6 months. He knew that after being worn for a couple months he would forget what it was to be human. It was not going to happen.