Chad dozed as the sun beat down on him, and the gentle breeze helped dry him. He didn't wake up when he was removed from the clothesline. Only as he was removed from the laundry basket, folded and shoved into a drawer filled with Enrique's socks and underwear. It was Chad's lucky day. His clean folded lucky jockstrap was set on top of him.
He hoped it wasn't one wish per day, but to be safe he needed to phrase it carefully. He wished, "Lucky Josckstrap, please get me put of this drawer and make me human again!" He wished with all his might.
Of course, nothing happened right away that he could tell. Chad lay there in the dark underneath his Lucky Jockstrap wondering if his wish would come true. Hours passed in the dark drawer.
Then the drawer opened. It wasn't Enrique. It wasn't his abuela. It was a muscular tattooed man with a strong resemblance to Enrique. It had to be his brother. The guy was wearing only a towel. He rifled through the contents of Enrique's underwear drawer, and pulled Chad out.
He held the Speedo up and inspected it carefully. He smiled, and said, "This do perfectly."
He dropped towel and stepped into the suit. Just as Chad managed to make his face appear on the pouch as he prepared to speak, Enrique's brother snapped Chad around his waist. Chad's image on the pouch was obliterated. Enrique's brother was bigger than Enrique. His waist was a couple inches bigger, and his penis was thicker and longer than his kid brother's. Chad was effectively gagged.
Enrique's brother went into his own room, and pulled shorts over Chad. He presumably put on other clothes too, but Chad could only see the man's feet through the leg holes in his board shorts. He put on leather sandals fastened with velcro straps.
"Tell Rico, I borrowed his Speedo. I'll wash it before returning it."
"Where are you going, Pablito?" The grandmother asked.
"Pool Party, Abuelita. Hasta la vista."
Vroom.
Pablito rode his motorcycle to wherever the pool party was.