Chad stared at his reflection. He posed in front of the mirror. Mentally, he compared his physiology with Rico. He was taller, too tall. His cock and balls were too big, they overstuffed the Speedo obscenely. Rico's manhood was perfect in every way. Chad missed being Rico's Speedo and cradling his manhood.
Chad shook his head. A voice buried deep inside him screamed, "No!" He was a man not a Speedo, but damn he did look good on Rico, didn't he. He shook his head again. He left his room. He went out the backdoor of his house and dove into the pool.
Cold water and physical activity broke his delusion. He swam laps for over an hour.
Rico was feeling a bit off. He was dressed from head to toe, but he felt naked without Chad. He wondered if Chad had changed back okay. Did he remember being worn? Rico cinched the cord oh his hoodie tightening it around his face, and headed over to Chad's.
Rico figured Dirk might not recognize him wearing a hoody. Dirk did live next door to Chad. He rang the bell. Maybe Chad was still a Speedo? He started to go around the side of Chad's house. He heard water splashing, and Rico continued going to the back gate. It was unlocked. He entered Chad's backyard.
He stood by the pool watching Chad swim. Chad was wearing a Speedo identical to the one he transformed into that Rico wore. At first Rico was dumbfounded, then he reasoned that Chad had simply become a Speedo identical to the one he already owned.
Chad noticed Rico standing by the pool and swam over toward him. He emerged from the pool, and invited Rico to join him in the pool.
"I didn't bring a suit," Rico said sheepishly.