The trucker looked at his timetable and muttered, "Got an inspection
point coming up, you're not on my paperwork, boy," he frowned, "Best
you become my wallet again - no wait, they might ask why I've got two
wallets. Boy, become a condom and change your clothing into the condom
wrapper. You're going to ride in my wallet."
Ryan obediently complied. His smooth white body shrank and his black
leather clothes started to become shiny black plastic, and to shrink
too. The trucker grinned as he reached down and picked up the black
plastic square containing a Magnum condom.
He pulled out his wallet, and remarked to Ryan, "I may just have to
try you out before letting you change back. There's a nice glory hole
at the rest stop just passed the checkpoint." Then he tucked Ryan into
the old stinky leather wallet next to two $100 bills and shoved it
back into his back pocket.
The trucker chuckled, and decided to go into the truck stop for a bowl
or two chili before heading to the checkpoint. He hoped condom boy
still was able to smell. He bumped into a young punk as he went
through the door. Then he got bumped by a half dozen guys rushing
passed him out of the restroom. He enjoyed three bowls of chili, and
was really upset to discover that his wallet was missing when it came
time to pay.
Meanwhile, Ryan in his dark warm place felt the weight pressing down
on him seemed lighter than before, and the bouncing on the highway
felt worse. He figured the wallet had slipped partly out of his
master's pocket, and that they must be driving on a bad stretch of
highway or maybe one of the shock absorbers had failed.
In truth, Ryan was in the wallet in a stranger's back pocket, and...