That afternoon Noah had wrestling practice yet again. Jeff found himself almost anticipating this, with an attitude quite different than the one he'd had just a few days ago. He got to feel himself rub tightly against Noah's muscled body, and the body of whoever Noah took on as an opponent. It was like some sort of bizarre three-way, but with Jeff caught in the middle, helpless to move, to cry out, but enjoying every second. [br][br] He wished he could move. He wished he could speak. But at the same time, he realized that he had been given a very rare opportunity. His body had been transformed into an inanimate garment that weighed a fraction of his original weight, and his mind was trapped inside, forced to experience the senses in an unusual way. However, he found himself growing accustomed to these changes, and began to accept them, quickly adapting to the situation at hand. [br][br] "Well done, Noah." the coach said, coming up to him after practice in the locker room. They were the only ones there - Noah had stalled, as to not let anyone see that he planned on continuing to wear his singlet. "I can tell you're really dedicated. Just a couple more practices to see how you do against different styles and I can give you the final word. However, based on what I've seen so far, I'd say you don't have to worry about making the team." He smiled, and left an exhausted but pleased Noah in front of his locker. As he heard the heavy metal locker room door close behind the coach, he knew he was finally alone, able to sit down and take a breather. He plopped down a hard wooden bench and wiped off his forehead. Jeff could hear his thoughts. [br][br] [i]This is fantastic,[/i] Noah thought, [i]Wait until Dad hears about this! Maybe now he'll finally start taking interest in me.[/i] [br][br] Wait, what? [br][br] [i]Hell, if I make the team like Coach says, Dad might actually come to some of the matches. That'd be awesome. And he'd finally realize I'm good at something.[/i] [br][br][br] Jeff was shocked. Noah's father - his mother's boyfriend - had seemed like such a nice guy. Was this how he treated his own son? With disrespect and disinterest? Jeff wanted to do something. He had to do something. Help Noah. Tell his mom the truth. But he had no way of communicating any of this. He was just a singlet, a human teen trapped within a spandex body. [br][br] Noah stood up, toweled the rest of himself off, and began to dress again. As he adjusted his crotch to put on his jeans Jeff felt another surge of pleasure, and another thought entered his mind. Should he even think about changing back? This felt so right. Noah felt so good. And he felt such a sense of use as Noah's singlet. Jeff caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror on the wall right before he was covered up completely by Noah's shirt. He would've smiled if he could - he did make this wrestler look damn sexy. [br][br] But all of these confusing, conflicting thoughts were swirling in Jeff's mind, even though his "body" was not under his power. What should he do? How could he help Noah? [br][br] Was there even any point in thinking about it?