I suppose it was the dazed look on my face after coming back to the lake that first made Vincent suspicious. The empty feeling of not being filled with a cock continued to make me feel uncomfortable for three weeks afterward when I wasn't being worn. My first weekend with Snake had altered being human to feeling like my 'other shape', the one I changed to from my natural one as Snake's Jockstrap. Being worn repeatedly while Snake worked out and on weekends only strengthened that sensation while my human form changed to an extent I was only peripherally aware of by my owner's desires. I stopped shaving my body hair and beard, not because Snake changed his mind about disliking them on me, but because they stopped growing. That alone would have been enough to cause observant people to notice something different, but slightly fuller lips and hair on the top of my head completed a very metrosexual, even gay, look.
Being slightly out of it probably let Vinnie corner me as well since I would have avoided him like a bearer of the plague since he turned me into a jockstrap and then discovering that I liked being worn by the guy who found me.
"So how did you become human again?"
His voice startled me in the deserted locker room and without thinking about it I answered, "I turn back when I'm not worn for a while." Horrified by what I'd just said I turned around to face the little ... well guy. Dweeb seemed the wrong word looking at him now. He carried himself differently than before all this happened.
"That so?"
Cost had this intense look in his dark eyes and I stammered even though I must be twice as big as him, "Uh, yeah. Um, no hard feelings about it, I hope."
I did not know for sure if he was fishing or a good guesser but his next question was, "How long did he wear you?"
And then the whole story poured out. It was like I was a word faucet that he had turned on to tell him everything. A dazed feeling had come over me and I felt like a sap for admitting all this to him, but it also felt good to have it all out there. Being worn, answered to the name 'pussyboi', fucked, everything that had happened over the last four weeks.
"Thank you Ryan, it was ... really informative."
And then he just walked away. I felt like I'd dodged some sort of bullet and thought maybe he wasn't going to do anything.
I was amazingly wrong about that, though I only learned that the next day after school. I got into my car and I found myself suddenly normal again. By which I mean a jock, but unnaturally Snake was nowhere around and it was Vince Cost who picked me out of the pile of clothes I had been wearing. I was thinking something like, "Hey, no! I'm the Property of Snake, you shouldn't be handling me."
"Yeah I know Ryan. I put two and two together about the tattoo and fortunately it will be pretty easy to take off of you in this state. It is embroidered on your waistband." And then he started picking at me ignoring my protests and mental yelps as he started cutting and pulling out multicolored threads with some sewing tool. I think I caught a thought that it was called a seam ripper. After a little while it still hurt, but it was like my mind was becoming clearer.
He started explaining as he continued to work with the fine little tool, "Words have power to start with. So, say, if someone writes something on you and you are being transformed by magic it can influence the direction the magic takes. What Snake had tattooed on your back was, 'Property of Snake'. So you started thinking of yourself as belonging to him; as it being normal for you to be a jockstrap. Fortunately it is easier to take off embroidery than it is a tattoo. I'm guessing you'll be sore, but nothing worse. You've been a jerk to me for a long time, but I think being permanently worn on Snake's crotch is a fate that you don't deserve."
And with that he finished his task and set me down on the front seat of the car. Within a much shorter time than the transformation normally took I was human again. I took mental and physical stock of myself. I was naked in the front seat of my car. The small of my back was sore, like I had a sunburn there, but I still wanted to be worn. As a jockstrap. I just didn't see myself as property anymore.