Chip was sweating by the time he reached Carter's home. He quickly
stripped down to Ryan, and Ryan's twin brothers.
"Carter, your fashion sense could use some upgrading to the 21st
Century - Biker Jacket, Leather jeans and boots are so 20th Century.
Also they're damn impractical, I've been sweating like a pig, maybe
it's because of your extra skin, but I think leather should be winter
wear. Let's see what you've got in your closet," Chip said in
Carter's voice, as he opened the closet.
He rummaged through the clothing and then discovered the door in the
back of the closet. It opened to attic space where there were vacuum
packed plastic bags of sweaters, and winter clothes. There also was a
box of moth balls, a box with a couple empty plastic bags, and an old
vacuum.
"Sorry, Karl, Vinnie, Richy & Randy, but you're all going into
storage. Karl, I'm going to keep your boyfriend Sam as my undershirt,
and of course, Ryan and Bert and Ernie. I'll wear them along with a
pair of Carter's shorts and sneakers. I saw your gym membership card
in your wallet. It's that expensive high tech one. Do all you jocks
get free or discounted memberships or is your family richer than you
let on?" Chip asked. He grinned as the answer formed against Carter's
wishes in his mind. "Well, since Ryan and Horst are away for the
summer or longer, I may just take up Gramps on his offer to tour
Europe. Good thing you've already got a passport. I think I can get
a really hot ensemble in Europe. Italian twins as loafers? Kinky
French lingerie? A Scottish kilt?" he grinned as he imagined different
ethnic stereotypes sucking his cock and becoming additions to his
wardrobe.
Chip grabbed the plastic bag with Carter's hands, and emptied the half
the mothballs into the bag. He put the boots and jeans on the bottom,
and folded Vinnie on top. Then he emptied the rest of the moth balls
on top of Vinnie, and zipped the bag shut. Then he hooked up the
vacuum hose to the round valve on the bag. He could feel the fuzzy
thoughts of the leather garments through the plastic bag, as he turned
on the vacuum. The bag immediately started to shrink as the air was
sucked out. It went from nearly 8 inches thick to a mere 4 inches and
that was mostly due to the heels on the boots. He could hear the
thoughts get fuzzier. The garments were losing consciousness. The bag
had collapsed to less than 2 inches except for where the boot heels
forced bulges.
"Well, I guess, I won't have to worry about Vinnie doing anything to
me now. Let's go, boys. I can't wait to try on my new muscles," he
said.
The attic door closed plunging the sleeping former young men now
leather goods into utter darkness. Chip selected a torn pair of
yellow nylon shorts, as he would be leaving them in the lost and found
and wearing some hot guy home.