"Oh," Chad moaned softly as he tried to close his mouth after making it to the maintenance room. He found several rolls of silver duct tape and went to work patching the holes his "buddies" had added to the tackle dummy that Chad had been changed into.
He checked himself out in the mirror next to the janitor's locker. Chad thought he looked like a cheap Steam Punk Space Mummy with the strips of duct tape hanging off the shiny silver suit. He was feeling more substantial than when he was a tackle dummy. He felt nearly human except for his now duct taped gaping holes in his crotch, bottom and mouth. Why had he thought duct tape would work?
He knew Ty had planned on his transformation being permanent, so what had mucked it up? The curse seemed to be partly broken. How could it be completely broken? Chad wondered.
Then he noticed the old computer on the janitor's desk. Hopefully, it wasnt password protected. He booted it up, and hoped Ty wouldn't hear it.
He taped the keyboard after the windows screensaver appeared. Password prompt appeared. Chad thought about entering "Password", but decided against it. Maybe the janitor wrote it down somewhere? He checked the desk drawers. Then he moved the keyboard. A yellow post it note was stuck to the bottom.
It had the password written on it.
Chad needed to ask the right question. There probably weren't any tackle dummy curses. Ty must've modified another curse. He searched "how to break an inanimate transformation curse".
Curse Breakers appeared with lists ranging from heroic acts to true love's kiss. Chad learned that true love's kiss was an euphemism for sex. Damn, Snow White's prince was a necrophiliac! Wait all those guys fucked his holes. Was one of those guys his true love?
Partially broken curses yielded some more interesting results. If two different curses were used on a subject, then each curse would have to be broken to completely restore the victim.
Another explanation was about reciprocity of true love's kiss. So Chad had to reciprocate with one of the guys who used him as a sex doll? Chad wished he could ask Ty. Then a horrible thought occured to him. Ty had fucked his tackle dummy form too. Could Ty be Chad's true love? Maybe he should call Meagan? If he had sex with her, maybe that would break the spell? Wait! He was a dickless wonder now, how could he have sex with her. For that matter, Chad was sure he was straight - well, mostly sure, he had to admit he did orgasm during his gang rape. Okay, the guys didn't know he was the tackle dummy, except for Ty, did they? Damn, he needed a silver bullet solution, but there didn't seem to be a clear one. There were a couple break the curse potions that sounded like bad Shakespeare. No wool of bat or tongue of dog, but a couple called for eye of newt and deadman's fingers. Nothing he would find at the local Walmart.
Chad rubbed his eyes. He must've spent hours poring over the internet. Maybe more heat from the sauna would help?
The school clock read 3 am when he left the maintenance room. The locker room was lit only by emergency lights. Ty was long gone.
The sauna door was closed, but it had gotten cold while Chad was gone. He cranked the thermostat, and lay down on the top bench. He tried to relax. He needed to relax to think clearly. Chad fell asleep. How long had it been since he last slept?