"Damn, good match, Noah. You'll take our squad to regionals for sure. So whatever you've been doing keep
doing it. Don't change anything," ordered the superstitious coach.
"Dude, you just showered, why are you putting your sweaty singlet back on?" asked Jim,one of Noah's wrestling
squad team mates.
"Well, coach said to keep doing what I'm doing. Only thing different today, from two days ago is the singlet
I'm wearing. I put it on last night. Took it off to wash and dry it this morning, and wore to school under my
clothes. So I figure I'll wear it all day, and to bed, wash it when I get up, and wear it to practice
tomorrow."
"Dang, you may want to talk to coach about using the washing machine and dryer in the locker room then, cause
you'll smell pretty ripe. Tomorrow he's going to have us run five miles before practice, remember he wants us
here an hour earlier tomorrow."
"Oh, yeah. I'll ask him thanks for the suggestion."
No. No. No. Whined Jeff to no one in particular. Noah was never taking him off. He'd never let Joan switch
singlets. He bent over to tie his shoes and farted. Jeff felt sick. How could his mother do this to him?
Maybe if he gave Noah a chance, or pretended to his mother would turn him back into a human permanently. He
got the impression that she wanted Jeff to be Noah's singlet even after wrestling season. He wasn't sure why
he thought that - maybe it was a secret wish on his part. He was getting accustomed to every curve of Noah's
muscled body. He was happy being worn by Noah. No, he wasn't happy - it was something else. As much as he
struggled against it, he was increasingly feeling that this was where he was meant to be. He wanted to
support Noah in his wrestling. The kid was a damn fine wrestler. He wanted to support his big beautiful cock
and balls. Did he just think that? Was that due to his heightened sensitivity? What exactly had his mother
done to him? He tried to calm down. Think of nothing - just a big pasture or field. Clouds floating
aimlessly, don't think about being a singlet.
He was surprised to find himself hearing Noah's thoughts clearly now. His mind had been making so much noise,
he had been unaware of Noah. The wrestler was now in Calculus class and he was answering the pop quiz
questions correctly - and he wasn't cheating. Noah wasn't just a dumb jock. Noah had an intelligent question
after class with the teacher about Fibonacci numbers. Then he was off to English. Noah didn't talk much, but
his mind was constantly going. He was a deeper thinker than Jeff had thought. He had strong opinions on
Hamlet, but being the new kid and a jock, he was too shy to give them voice. Still his singlet heard his
thoughts - Noah's silent voice.
The more he heard. The guiltier Jeff felt. He had discounted Noah as a dumb jock and had never given the guy
a chance. If he ever changed back, he'd be Noah's buddy. Well, at least his fuck buddy. Damn, that jock's
cum this morning was tasty. NOOOOOOOOO! Screamed Jeff's mind. He wondered if his mother had changed his
sexual preferences - heck did a singlet have sexual preferences or did it just love the one who wore it.
Would Jeff feel the same way about Jim if Jim was wearing him? He didn't know. He really didn't want to
know.