"Okay, Jeff, what's the big deal?" Dre asked.
"Yeah, weez all here now like you ask-ed," Miguel said eagerly. He had been the first to arrive and was most
frustrated that Jeff wouldn't tell them what was going on until everyone arrived.
Marcus playing it cool just sat there, but his eyes moved and his body shifted slightly forward on the desk to
hear what Jeff would say.
Eric was fiddling with his jacket zipper which hung right over his crotch while seated, and glanced up, "Yeah,
mate, what did ya call us all here for?"
"Well, first, tell me what article of clothing you would be if you were an article of clothing?"
"Oh, hell, we're going to play what if games?" Dre said rolling his eyes, "Okay, I'd be that Miley Cyrus
chick's panties."
"Uh, no that's not exactly what I meant," Jeff said, "See I've got a new computer program that morphs people
into clothes, and well, for the sake of argument say I am the male mannequin, and you were to be an article of
clothing dressing that mannequin what would you be? Be as detailed as you can so I can get the program
right," Jeff said.
He pulled up the simulator on the screen. There was a naked photo of him on the screen which morphed into a
mannequin version of himself.
"Hey, that bulge on the mannequin looks bigger than what's in your pants," chortled Eric.
Everyone just looked at him in silence - definitely a closet case.
"Uh, okay, so if I'm going to morph into your clothing?" Dre said, "What should I be? Hey, I'm the jock!"
He noticed Eric's crestfallen expression, apparently that's what he wanted to be, so he added, "And Eric can
be the cup that fits inside me, if likes?"
"Uh, thanks, but I think I'll be leather chaps like on the mannequin at Hot Topic," Eric said, "Or maybe
leather jeans? Or shorts?" He rubbed his chin in thought.
"Okay?" Jeff said, "You decide on that, Eric. Now, Dre, be specific about the jockstrap. Is it cotton? Or
synthetic? Or white or red or blue or what? Is it a brand name?"
"Okay, the jockstrap is marked XXX CUSTOM JOCK BY DRE and numbered one of one. It's gold thread on black
spandex. The waistband is three inches seamless, and the pouch is ribbed for support but with a sheer black
mesh, so nothing's hidden, and there's a big black D embroidered on the pouch. The elastic leg strap and
waistband are covered in like black satin spandex real rich looking, and it hugs the wearer or mannequin in
this case like a glove. The pouch scoops under and lifts the balls away from the body and cradles them," he
said with a grin, "That detailed enough."
Jeff finished typing. "That's perfect," Jeff said.
On the screen a black and gold jockstrap appeared on the mannequin.
Miguel said, "Me next. I wanna be at skintight plain white t-shirt. The kind that looks like it was painted
on. So friggin' tight that it makes your nipples hard just wearing it, but with longer sleeves, so you can
roll up a pack of cigarettes in one of them and the other rolled up sleeve creates a muscle shirt look that
make your biceps look bigger."
"Dude, you only wear loose clothes all the time? What's with the skintight?" Dre asked.
"Hey, I dressing Jeff, not me. I'd be his skintight t-shirt," Miguel said definitively.
"Uh, polished cotton or spandex?"
"Blend of Mexican cotton, spandex and lycra," Miguel answered.
"Okay," Jeff said mentally noting that Miguel was a closet case too. Or else he thought Jeff was!
"Eric, decide yet? I've already got underwear and a shirt? Do you want to be jacket or jeans?"
"Motorcycle leathers. That's it. The kind that zip down your legs and arms to form fit sealing your body in
heavy but soft and buttery black leather. The stuff so good, you can see the outline of the jockstrap and the
t-shirt through the tight buttery leather."
"Now that's gay!" Dre cracked.
"No, it's just manly. I saw something like it on TV, it was like $5000 or something. Custom fitted to that
extreme athlete on the Mountain Dew commercial, I forget his name. And the only reason it's black and not
distressed brown is because you made your jockself black," Eric explained.
"Okay, that's good detail," Jeff said typing.
Eric peered over his shoulder as the image began to appear, and kibbutzed, "No, no pockets, except a straight
up and down zipper on the side of each thigh. But you won't put anything in those pockets. They're just for
show, and tighter on the butt. You're wearing a jockstrap, so the seat should fill your crease." He even
pushed Jeff aside and typed a few things, before letting Jeff finish up.
Marcus sat up and said, "Well, I guess that leaves me to be the boots. Nice shiny polished black boots, sturdy
supportive, Italian leather with wood heels and steel toes, and silver buckles." He too leaned over Jeff's
shoulder and made comments on how to adjust things.
"Alright, how does it look?"
"Well, if we were clothing designers I'd say it looked okay," Marcus said, "But come on is that what you
wanted us to see?"
"No, this is."
Run simulation.
Instantly, the four guys appeared on the screen buck naked.
"Hey, did you take our pix in the locker room?"
"Uncool, man!"
"Whoa, look at that?"
First, naked Dre's image started to shrink and his skin darkened, the outline of a capital D formed on his
face.
"Guess, your face is Jeff's jockstrap pouch!" laughed Eric.
Then, Eric's body started to twist and contort, then doubled over and started to change.
"Whoa, Eric, dude, looks like we're going to be neighbor's your head's down forming part of Jeff's crotch
cover or is that his seat?" Dre asked turning his head trying to figure it out.
"Ha,ha, hey, I just turned white!" laughed Miguel.
"Okay, this is rather cool, Jeff. Heh, heh, I'm beside myself," laughed Marcus as he watched himself becoming
a pair of boots.
"There," Jeff said, "That was the simulation. Now for the real thing. I'll set the changes for one week, and
excute!" he clicked the keyboard and looked up with a grin.
The others looked nervously at each other. They could feel a static electric charge coursing over their skins
making their body hairs stand up all over.
"Seriously, man?" Marcus asked wide-eyed looking at Jeff.
"Seriously, man. I got me a Chronivac!" Jeff exclaimed.
"Oh, dude, promise me you're going to shower befo-" Dre said as his collapsed to his knees his face was
covered with heavy ribbing and a big black D was superimposed on his face.
"And wear socks!" Marcus ordered.
Eric looked amazed and then grinned broadly. He was thinking about the subtle adjustments he had typed in,
and how it would feel to hug Jeff's body 24/7 for a week.
"Damn, I should be recording this!" Jeff said slapping his head and grabbing his video camera. He began
filming his partially morphed friends as they completed their transformation.