"Oh, no you don't, little missy! You're not getting off that easily,"
said Mrs. Johnson re-entering the room as Sarah was putting Jeff her
bra back on, "I called Mr. Werner. He lives next door. You know he
helped me set up my computer. He said he thinks he might be able to
undo the mess you made by recovering Jeff's original deleted template.
Now take Jeff off this instant!"
Sarah complied.
"Ma, it's not what you think. I want to be Sarah's bra."
"Of course, you do. That's how she programmed you to be. Once you're
deprogrammed, you'll be thinking sensibly."
"Knock, knock, the front door was unlocked, and your call sounded
urgent, so I-"
"Yes, yes, do come in Coach Werner. You know Sarah, and Tina, and this
is Jeff."
"Uh, hey, coach, caught me with out my jockstrap," said Jeff with an
awkward chuckle.
"That the Chronivac she used?" Coach Werner asked with a tone of
disgust in his voice.
"Yes it is," said Mrs. Johnson.
"Fine, can I be alone with the subject. I need to assess what can be
done with him. Damn, she deleted the primary recovery files. Well,
we'll see how thorough she was or wasn't."
The women left the coach alone in Jeff's room with the machine and the
bra that held Jeff's mind. Coach Werner hemmed and hawed as he
examined the computer's history. He had an idea, and pulled out his
cell phone. He speed dialed Riley Murphy.
"Hey, Ry, can you get over to Jeff's house pronto. Bring an empty gym
bag, and don't ring the bell - go around to Jeff's window. I'll
explain when you get here."
Ten minutes later, Riley was tapping at the window. Coach opened it
up, "Get in here, Riley, and be quiet about it. This bra is Jeff, his
girlfriend Sarah did this too him. And reprogrammed the Chronivac to
think this is his natural state. Remember the defect you discovered
last year with your Chronivac?"
"Yeah! That was awful coach, I spent nearly a week in the lost in
found bin as a jockstrap. The dang syntax in the program interprets
jock as either an athlete or an athletic supporter," Riley said with a
shudder.
"Well, that may be Jeff's salvation. First, I'm going to change you
into Jeff."
"You're not changing me into a bra!"
"No, into the human version of Jeff - so I can establish a new
baseline. I've already stored your particulars in the machine while
you were climbing in the window -so don't worry about me changing you
back."
"Okay, coach, but what about bra boy?"
"Ah, he can still change as an inanimate object which will communicate
telepathically with his wearer."
"What are you talking about, coach? Is Riley going to wear me?"
"Jeff has his mind back, so you should be able to access his memories.
After his jockstrap form stabilizes in a day or two, we should be able
to try returning him to his human form."
"You mean I have to be Jeff for two whole days?" groaned Riley.
"You mean I have to be Riley's jockstrap for two whole days?" shrieked
Jeff, "Ma! Sarah!"
"Put the bra on it, it can't speak while embracing a chest."
Coach went to the door, and answered Mrs. Johnson's tapping.
"No need to fret, Mrs. Johnson, Jeff was just crying out because he
didn't want to not be a bra. As he adjusts, he'll be more accepting.
Now I must really get back to work."
"Uh, coach, this bra is starting to feel really good," said Riley
uncertainly.
"Oh, well that's to be expected," said Coach Gunther Werner looking up
from the Chronivac, "You're becoming Jeff now, and his mindset is
changing too. Jeff's gay now. I can't have that Sarah getting in the
way and bollixing my plans."
"Wait, if Jeff's gay now, and you're turning me into Jeff - then I'm
going gay too!" exclaimed Riley. He dashed to the mirror and stared.
He was already 4 inches shorter than he had been . His blond hair was
now dark at the roots, and his complexion was getting darker. He was
turning into Jeff. He was less upset, and more curious, when he spoke
next, "So since I'm gay now, does that mean I can give you head,
coach?"
"Of course, Riley. In fact if you do a good job, when I change you
back into Riley, I'll keep you gay. Then you and Jeff can take turns
servicing me and the rest of the coaching staff."
"Really?" Coach asked the new Jeff eagerly.
In the meantime, the two cups of the bra had migrated across Jeff's
lean chest and fused into one large pouch. The newly formed jockstrap
worked its way down Jeff/Riley's torso. Riley pulled off his running
shorts. It had a liner pouch, so he was naked underneath.
"Aw man, I forgot that Jeffy has a foreskin. It makes my cock look
like a sea slug or something," Riley said distastefully, as he slid
the jockstrap down to his ankles and stepped into and pulled it up.
"Ah,wow, Jeff's whole mind just became an open book to me. Did he
always admire my old body in the locker room? Or did you just program
that in?"
"A combination of the two. I just accentuated his basic impulses and
thoughts."
"Cool. So now what? I convince the women that I'm the real Jeff. Then
I go home with you for observation," he said with a wink, "Which
really means hot sex until I blow my load in the real Jeff," he added
petting his jockstrap pouch.
"You're pretty bright for a sex toy. Not sure if your IQ was raised
by turning you into Jeff or turning you gay, but either way I think
I'll keep your intelligence settings the way they are now when I
change you back."
"Whatever you say, coach."
The coach keyed in some final adjustments, and then packaged up the
Chronovac.