Chad shivered. He was naked in his now barren room. Where had everything gone? What would happen to him if he went through one of his doors or window? Door number 1 led to a stinky locker. Would he become someone's jockstrap again? Maybe the gym bag out his window offered the same fate, if it belonged to the locker owner? Or maybe 4 different guys were responsible? Rick? Bruno? Someone else? The stack of underwear at least smelled clean, as did the washing machine. He sighed. He sat on the floor with his bare butt on the hardwood, he wrapped his arms around his legs and buried his face in his thighs.
He said to himself, "This can't be real. That's it. It cannot be real unless. I believe it is."
He stood up, and glared from door to door to window to door. His naked muscled body was taut and ready for action.
"Okay, this cannot be real. Unless I let it be. This is still my room. That door leads to my bathroom, even if it looks like a giant washing machine. That door leads to the hallway, and at the end of the hallway is the guest bathroom, not some guy's underwear drawer. The other door is to my closet, not a stinky locker. And the window overlooks my backyard, not a gym bag," Chad told himself. He was still unsure. His stomach rumbled. He could always piss out the window, but he needed to take a dump. He needed to use a toilet.
He looked into the giant steel drum and glass door of the washing machine, and tried to force his mind to remember his bathroom. It really was his bathroom. White tile floor. Shower with a blue shower curtain. His red toothbrush next to the sink. He kept trying to see it, but it was a bid washing machine drum.
Chad turned his attention to the giant stack of undies. It was really a hallway with a bathroom at the end of the hallway. He concentrated on remembering the hallway. Again, despite his best visualization, the stack on underwear didn't become a hallway.
Maybe if he closed his eyes, everything would be as he visualized and remembered. His stomach rumbled. He had to do something.
Chad stood on the threshold of the open door. Closed his eyes, took a deep breath, concentrated on what should be on the other side of the doorway. Then he stepped forward. This was his house. This would be okay.