Liz grinned, "I know! Those boys at Upsilon Fraternity are always trying to sucker us into a game of strip poker."
"Oh, Liz, you want me to count the cards! You're awful, let's do it," Maddi said gleefully.
"You did such a good job at the YWCA Casino night, I know you can turn those horny frat boys into a nice wardrobe for both of us."
"But how will they agree to the bet, and won't the rest stop when-"
"We'll bet them slips of paper as to what they'll become at midnight. That way we can get all of them in the tourney. Let's pick up a Vogue and Cosmo, so we can make sure they know what we want them to turn into," Liz added.
The two girls jogged over to the drug store to pick up the magazines, and then over to the frat house. Amanda seemed to be made of sweat wicking synthetic, but Joey was superabsorbant cotton. To his shock he was starting to get bored and displeased with his new role as Liz's t-shirt. He never knew a girl could stink so bad. Of course, she had been chomping on a clove of garlic earlier, and the odor was now exuding thorugh her sweaty pores.
Maddi noticed it too, and the two girls sprayed themselves down with a ton of body spray before going up the frat house steps.
Soon there were two dozen guys in shorts and t-shirts hovering around them. On the first ante, Joey found himself in the pot. Bill Jenks won the first hand, and instead of retrieving his own shirt stretched Liz's smaller transformed Joey over his ripped torso leaving his abs exposed. Two more hands, and Liz was wearing one of the frat boy's shirts and three frat boys were naked. Jenks was wearing Joey and his white y-front briefs. His cell phone rang.
"Sorry, ladies, gotta go, Rick take over my hand."
"Hey, you've still got my shirt," protested Liz.
"Hey, I won it. I'll be back later to play. Right now, got urgent business at the Athletic Centre," he said.
Jenks dashed inside, grabbed some pants, and pulled a jersey over Joey, and headed out to the Athletic Center.