"A wrestling outf-ffft?" asked Jeff as his body collapsed completely into a spandex-lycra blend.
"Yes, Erick's son Noah needs a new singlet for practice. I have been trying to get you to spend some time
with Noah, as I really am serious about his father Erick. And you have been singularly uncooperative. You
ditched us when we went to Six Flags, you managed to have a study group at a friend's house every time I
invited them for dinner, even when I checked to make sure you would be here. Erick is special to me, and Noah
is special to him and me too. I've spent the time to get to know him. As his singlet you'll have to spend
time getting to know Noah. I think after a few weeks you will find that you like him a lot. I've set the
Chronivac to increase your sensitivity and all telepathic communication with body to body contact. Noah's
stopping by tonight, and I'll give you to him then. Oh, don't worry, I ordered the exact singlet that you've
become online, but it's back ordered four weeks, and of course wrestling season starts next week. I'm going
to tell him that you got him the singlet, as a peace offering because you are sorry you haven't been around
much lately, and are going to visit your father for a few weeks," she said as she started to fold Jeff up
neatly.
Aaaaaaaaaah! his mind screamed. His mother's thoughts seeped through her fingers as she quickly folded him.
The other reason she had turned him into a guy's piece of clothing was that she suspected he was gay or had
gay tendencies, and figured with a hot muscle hunk like Noah stuffed inside him, Jeff would either come out of
the closet or outgrow his phase.
Gingerly, she slipped Jeff into a gift box, and carried him downstairs. She stuck the box behind the sofa,
and then went about getting dinner ready.
"Hey, Ma'am," Noah said taking off his stocking cap, as she opened the door, "Pa sent these for you from our
garden."
"So how do you like your new school, Noah?" she asked taking the bag of home grown fruits and vegetables.
"Oh, it's okay. Wrestling practice starts next week," he said hinting. His father had told him not to buy a
singlet because Joan was getting him one.
"Oh, that's right. You know I ordered it last week, but they said it was back ordered," she said. Noah's face
looked crestfallen, he envisioned wearing grey cotton shorts and t-shirts to practice.
"However," she said reaching behind the couch, "My son Jeff came through in a pinch. So here's your singlet.
Jeff had to go stay with his father for a few weeks, and he's sorry that he hasn't been able to spend much
time with you, Noah, so he hopes this makes up for it."
Noah opened the box, and held up the singlet. It looked perfect.
Damn! Jeff was horrified as Noah's visualization of himself wearing the singlet filled Jeff's mind. Noah's
mind seemed focused on how well this cut of singlet would show off his manhood. His second thought was more
horrifying. Apparently, Noah liked to break in his new singlets by wearing them 24/7 for the first week or
two to get them properly stretched to conform to his muscles and movements.