You wake up slowly. You can't see anything. You realize quickly that you are naked. But nothing feels or sounds familiar.
Then you begin to recognize sounds. You recognize the voices of your family and apparently it's Christmas. They are going through the usual
chit chat as they settle down to open presents. You wonder why your not one of them. You hear hints in the conversation that your family
believes you couldn't make it for Christmas because you couldn't afford the airfare.
You figure you must be dreaming because why would you be able to listen to your families Christmas and not be there with them.
They settle down to open presents. You begin to feel like your on a roller-coaster when you hear your father says, "James, this one is for you.
Your brother sent it to you from college. It was peculiar how it arrived though because it wasn't delivered. It just showed up on the doorstep
last night."
You begin to see some light finally but you can't really see anything because the light is leaking through seams. What you see looks like
packaging: cardboard and paper with a little plastic. You try to speak but can't make a sound. Then the packaging clears away and you are
looking up into your brother's face when he says, "Really, he sent me bike shorts."
James does compete in triathlons. Although you never thought of giving him bike shorts for Christmas, it's not really that bad of an idea.
James reaches toward you and starts lifting you up. That's when the realization finally registers. You are the bike shorts. Your mind reels and
you quickly remember the conversation you had with your roommate Tom. It was the last thing you remembered before waking up here. You
think, "So Tom decided to initiate me by turning me into my brother's bike shorts. I wonder just how bad this initiation is going to get."
The rest of Christmas was kind of boring. You were laid to the side while the rest of the family had Christmas. From where you were, you
couldn't see much and you weren't included. You got to hear a little about what everyone got but that was about it. Then the family moved to
the dining room for breakfast and you heard less. Then the family began to scatter to do their own things.
There was some clean up and you were placed in the dirty laundry for later. You dozed off from boredom and don't know how long you were
there. It felt like days before James got around to washing you. Being bike shorts, he couldn't just wash you with other clothes. He had to hand
wash you. Then he stuck you in a drawer for you don't know how long again. You'd see him briefly as he opened the drawer to get something
and then you'd be in darkness again.
Finally, when you were just about to go insane from isolation, James pulled you out of the drawer. You were already a little broken down
mentally so when he picked you up, you felt special and exhilarated that finally, you were chosen.
You learned that James was in the habit of wearing very little under his bike shorts. He wore a jock strap but it was a racing jock strap that was
very tiny so that the strap lines would not show through the bike shorts. This meant that more of you would be hugging more of him closely.
But in your mental state, you weren't really disturbed by this thought. Until you felt where his bulge wound up.
When Tom changed you into bike shorts, he designed you so that you would feel the bulge pressing against your crotch. James pulled the bike
shorts down again to examine the interior and realized that you had a jock strap like lining built into you. So he pulled you completely off and
then pulled his jock strap off before putting you on again. Your own cock was the strap that ran up his ass securing his junk with the lining
that was your ass. You also realized that you eyes were on the interior so that you were looking directly up at the tip of his cock and resting
snugly between his two balls inside your ass.
You began screaming. James then sat down quickly. (You didn't know it but he heard ringing in his ears that gave him a headache.)
Nothing seemed to change for you. James continued to move about: standing, sitting or walking. You heard the noises of people nearby. But all
you could see was his cock. You cried. (James didn't recognize the sound but was beginning to wonder why he was hearing things.)
You learned some things about your brother. To make himself more competitive for swimming, he shaved. But he didn't stop at shaving what
was outside his swim suit. You got a clear study of his uncircumcised cock and balls without the slightest hair in the way.
Then he started riding his bike.