Hot water coursed over Vinnie Cost's naked body. Steam, he was in the shower. He blinked. Vinnie didn't remember getting in the shower. He didn't remember going home either.
His hand fumbled and felt the medallion hanging on his chest. He remembered turning Ryan Standish into a jock strap. No, he must have been dreaming.
He turned off the water. His muscles stung a little, but he felt great. He stepped out of the shower and started to towel off. As the steam escaped and mirror unfogged, he was startled to see his physique. He had muscles, pecs, abs.
"Cool, just like Spider-Man™!" he said flexing.
Then he noticed the jockstrap on the floor by the tub. He picked it. The rank of old sweat reeked. He felt an odd tingling in his fingers, and the words "I AM RYAN" sounded in his brain. He dropped the jockstrap, and went into his bedroom. A newspaper opened to the Sports Section lay on his desk. He remembered vaguely running this morning, coming back, picking the paper off the door step, coming upstairs reading the scores, and kicking off his clothes before stepping into the hot shower. He remembered showering wearing his jock and blow drying it afterward, but he'd forgotten today, and had shucked the jockstrap off with the other clothes. What day was it?
Vinnie picked up the paper, and was shocked to see his photo. He read that Vin Cost was the new captain of the high school's water polo team! He liked the name Vin, it sounded stronger than Vinnie. He didn't even know how to swim, how could he captain the team? Then he saw the date, it was 3 weeks later than he thought.
Ryan! Ryan Standish had been living Vinnie's life for the last 3 weeks. He'd been doing a good job at it too, Vinnie thought as he studied his reflection in the mirror on the back of his door. He eyed the new clothes on his bed. Apparently, Ryan was making himself at home.
Vinnie recalled taking exams, during tests, Ryan had allowed him to regain some control. He'd answered questions like a sleep walker. Ryan had the athletic prowess, and Vinnie had the mental. Together they were unstoppable. Vinnie liked the idea, but he was going to take control of his life.
He grabbed a big permanent black marker from his desk, and headed back into the bathroom. He picked up the jock and flattened it out on the floor. Then he began writing, "PROPERTY OF VIN COST" in 1" high letters across the 2" waistband.
Ryan was furious. How could he have been so stupid? He had just finished his run, and read the article that he'd made captain of the water polo team. He had stretched, and feeling horny, as he turned on the shower. It seemed only natural to free his organ, and masturbate in the shower.
Except it wasn't his organ that he was fondling. He WAS the Jockstrap. As he lost control of the body, as the jockstrap hit the cold tile, he realized his error.
It seemed like hours as the shower roared, and he lay helpless and twisted at the foot of the tub. Finally, Vinnie stepped out dripping wet. He grab a towel.
PUT ME ON! Ryan screamed silently. Without a human, the jockstrap lay there like any other piece of disgarded clothing.
At last, the man reached down touching him. He sought to reassert his control. Too fast, too hard. Cost was startled and dropped the jockstrap. As he fell helplessly toward the ground, Ryan felt real fear. How would Vinnie react to his mutiny? For the last 3 weeks Ryan had controlled Vinnie like some sort of puppet.
Vinnie had left the bathroom. An eternity passed, gently Vinnie picked Ryan up, and spread him out flat on the floor. Ryan had remained silent hoping that Vinnie would put him on, and allow him to regain control. He'd heard the kid earlier admiring Ryan's hard work on the kid's body. He'd taken him from 98 lb weakling three weeks ago to 138lbs of solid muscle. He should be grateful.
The sharp chemical smell of a magic marker filled his senses. The black pen lunged toward Ryan. He was a jockstrap, he couldn't run. The cold tip burned into his clothy flesh.
"I Am Ryan, I AM PROPERTY OF VIN COST! I AM Ryan PROPERTY OF VIN COST!" Ryan's mind screamed the new mantra written across his waistband echoed through his mind. He belonged to Vin Cost now!
He knew even if Vin ever changed him back that the indelible marker had made him indelibly Vin's property. He felt such love, admiration, and desire for his owner, his master, his Vin he couldn't explain it. The guy who had been a dweeb would forevermore be his god. He was property of Vin Cost, and that felt good.
Slowly, cautiously, Vin Cost stepped into his smelly jockstrap. If this worked....