"Wai-" gasped Jeff.
His skin paled. Soon it was the yellowish chalky white of your average jockstrap. Jeff remained frozen like a
mannequin as the transformation took place. Striation ribbing covered his face and red and blue stitching
covered his limbs. His face would be the jockstrap pouch and his limbs would be the straps.
He felt so terribly empty inside. Then his body began to collapse inward upon himself.
WHY? screamed Jeff's mind, WHY A JOCKSTRAP?
His clothing hung in midair for a moment or two then gravity reasserted its command, and there was now a heap
of clothing where Jeff had been seated. Katie rifled through his clothes until she found the jockstrap that
was Jeff. She held him up between her thumb and index finger and whispered.
"You always were saying you wanted to be a jock. Now you are one. Oh, and don't for one minute think that I
would use the Chronivac to make me a man and wear you. No, you're going to be worn by a real man. You wanted
me to wear you as my bra or panties, well, I don't think so. Maybe being worn by a guy for the weekend will
break you of wanting to be my lingerie," Katie said. Then she shoved him into her purse, and left.
In the dark, Jeff could only wonder who Katie was going to give Jeff. He wondered if she was cheating on him
with someone, or maybe she was going to give him to her gay brother. Jeff would have swallowed hard if he
could have, which he couldn't. It seemed as those hours raced by, but maybe not.
Light streamed in as she opened the purse.