"Let's see, pink tutu? With this body suit, I look exactly like that creep at the frat who black-balled me. I bet other people will believe that I'm him. I could make his life really suck," the nerd wearing you says, "Or I could make his life mine."
He puts the tutu back, and reaches for a football uniform in a plastic bag.
"The season has already started, but the team had a lot of injuries, so I bet with this studly body I can make the team. The paper said they were having tryouts in an hour," he says as he opens the plastic bags. He shucks off your boxers and pulls on a jockstrap from the plastic bag.
A few minutes later, the nerd is signing a credit card receipt in your handwriting. He writes your name and then takes the credit card and your wallet back from the man behind the counter.
Hey, that's identity theft! you think. Then you think how good it feels to be worn inside a football uniform. You zone out as you feel his warmth and scent within you. You feel his sweaty body under yours, but his body is shaped like yours now. Well, at least it's stretched into your shape.
The football tryouts go better than you expect. You've got the strength, and moves, but you didn't think you were team quality, so you never tried out. The nerd wearing you scores a back up quarterback slot on the Varsity team.
Bruised and exhausted after the tryouts and practice, the nerd strips out of his football uniform and hits the showers with the rest of the team. It's weird, but it feels great. The water feels like its hitting his bare skin, even though he knows it's just a costume.
His hand brushes the zipper tab and you remember that you're only a suit that a nerd is wearing. He's using your body. He's - your eyes would widen, if they weren't controlled by the nerd - he's jacking off in the shower. His eyes are closed. There were other players in the shower still weren't there? They'll all think that you're gay, if the nerd does this. You are so embarrassed.
"Hey, slick, you still showering?" Don the quarterback calls from the doorway.
Your eyes are opened as the nerd opens them and looks over his/your shoulder, "Yeah, getting uh, squeaky clean," he sputters in your voice.
"Yeah, well, if you haven't blown all your loads yet, save it. Now come join me in the sauna. It'll just be you and me. I told the other guys, we need to talk quarterback stuff."
A warmth fills you, as the nerd blushes and you do too.
He presses down on your dick trying to break the erection. The problem for you is that his dick inside yours is still hard. You're just a suit.
The shower cuts off. The nerd, you can't even remember his real name, but he owns you body and soul. He saunters with your half hard cock bobbing up and down down the corridor toward the sauna.
The hot air hits you like a blast as you/he enter the sauna. The quarterback is lying there naked with his bubble butt facing you. He looks over his shoulder, and says, "Close the door, you're letting all the heat out."
The nerd obeys, and then standing with closed hot wooden door pressing against your butt cheeks. Then he asks, "So what did you want to talk to me about, uh, Don?"
"Come over here get on the bench, rookie," he says.
You move to the bench across from him. He laughs. He slaps the wooden bench on which he's lying.
"Over here. Just up with one foot on either side of me. Kneel down, and give me a rub down. Okay?"
"Uh, Don, I don't uh, I mean, uh, I've never given another guy a rub down," he stammers, but he moves toward the star quarterback.