Carl strode over to the sock, and picked him up. He throws himself into Jeff's bed as he has hundreds of times
before, but this time it's more special, as this time Jeff knows about it. Hell, Jeff can feel it. Carl's
cock strains against Jeff's face and Jeff's hands seem to squeeze Carl's butt as Carl bounces on the bed.
Slimy precum stains the blue briefs, barely the size of a fingertip. Jeff is revolted, but is unable resist
greedily absorbing it. He wouldn't admit it, but it whet his appetite for a full load. Then to his utter
disappointment, Carl lifts his waist band and slips the cum sock down over his 19 year old manhood, and snaps
the waistband back into place. Then he grips the sock clad cock through his tight briefs and begins
masturbating.
To Jeff, it's so surreal. His body is bending and stretching in ways it shouldn't. He tastes the dirty
cotton of the sock. It's almost like Carl is wearing the sock while he rapes Jeff's face. But it's more than
that, it's like Jeff is participating in Carl's masturbation. He is repulsed and intrigued as his fingers
seem to tighten and then release around Carl's tight ass, as the fabric of his pouch is drawn tight and
released pulling the fabric from the back forward. Carl's glands begin secreting oils and scents along with
sweat. Jeff finds the sensations intoxicating. He's getting drunk on Carl.
Carl notices Jeff's room flicker as he jacks off. Carl had set the reality modifications, such that Jeff
would remain his underwear for two weeks before changing back, but he had reset Jeff's default form too. Jeff
was now permanently underwear which would change into a human named Jeff. Jeff's mind retained all his
memories, but other people would remember Jeff slightly differently - after all Jeff was no longer a real 18
year old man, he was now Carl's underwear masquerading as an 18 year old man. Jeff's parents and siblings
felt an odd pang of emptiness. They still remembered Jeff as their son and brother, but his importance seemed
less, as the Chronivac made their memories of Jeff phony, since Jeff had always been underwear in the new
reality. Carly, Jeff's on-again off-again girlfriend, suddenly felt less enamored with Jeff. After all, a
person cannot feel the same way about underwear as they do a person. Well, most people couldn't. Max had
always had a thing about men's underwear. His fetish had caused him to steal more than two dozen briefs,
boxers, boxer briefs and jockstraps from the locker room. He'd have taken more if he could have gotten away
with it. He had been in Jeff and Carl's class and lived in the house between them. He had hung out with them
a few times, but now in the new reality of Jeff as underwear, his memories shifted. He developed an
inexplicable crush on Jeff that he had seemed to have had for years. He recalled unsuccessfully trying to
steal Carl's special blue briefs from his locker, while Carl showered. He didn't know Jeff was the briefs, but
his obsession with Carl's briefs - the ones he wore every day for as long as anyone could now remember-except
Jeff.
Carl blew his load into the sock. Jeff could taste some of the filtered dampness. He felt cheated. Sock got
all the good stuff. Then Carl ambled over to Jeff's bathroom. The formerly wet sink, shower and toothbrush
were now bone dry. Carl had programmed the Chronivac reality to be that Jeff had been transformed into
underwear after graduation. Carl even found himself remembering both the false and true memories of that day.
In the true memory, he and Jeff had tipped back beers behind the gym after the ceremony. In the false memory,
Jeff had been naked under his graduation gown, then Jeff had collapsed into his "true" form afterward behind
the gym, and Carl who had been naked under his graduation gown too put the blue briefs on. He had worn Jeff
ever since, except for brief periods while he washed and dried Jeff before putting him back on.
Jeff was experiencing the false memories too, but his mind was pushing them aside. He knew what had really
happened, though subconsciously his sense of self was shifting. How could it not? He himself was now and had
always been Carl's underwear in this revised reality, even if Jeff knew it wasn't. The old reality was the
false reality as far as the Chronivac and the world were now concerned. In time maybe Jeff and Carl would
believe it too. False memories are insidious things.
In the bathroom, Carl tucked Jeff's waistband under is balls, raised the toilet seat and began to piss. Jeff
could hear, see and smell the piss. He could feel it coursing through Carl's body and into his cock. He could
hear Carl's heart beat as blood coursed through Carl's veins and arteries. Carl shook himself dry, and snapped
his pouch back over his manhood. The last drops of piss soaked into Jeff. He had never tasted another man's
piss before, and he was disgusted. But he also remembered vividly tasting Carl's piss for years, for as long
as Jeff could remember. No! His mind screamed. That never happened! Except it had happened, another part of
his mind said softly, I've always been Carl's underwear. In the twisted reality, Carl had gotten Jeff and
Chronivac on his first day at his new high school. Of course, he had known Jeff since they were in grade
school, and he had considered starting Jeff out as Underroos or Power Ranger briefs, and changing him to fit
as Carl grew bigger, but the Chronivac had age restrictions, and so instead he set it for the beginning of
high school with false memories for everything prior. Jeff was his best friend in high school. Jeff had in
reality been his best friend since grade school, but now those were false memories. All of it was false - but
some were false memories of false memories and others were just false memories. It was so complicated and
confusing that Jeff's cotton mind was reeling.
Jeff had only been underwear for less than an hour and he already felt like he had always been Carl's. Damn,
he realized the bastard had had his mother embroider Carl's name into Jeff's body - er, waistband. Well, he
was Carl's underwear, came the unbidden thought. It had only been an hour, he couldn't take this for two
weeks?
Carl stretched, and climbed under Jeff's covers with his half hard crotch buried in Jeff's mattress. It had
been a long day. He woke up humping Jeff's mattress. Jeff was excited. For several hours he had been buried
in darkness. Carl would move a bit every now and then, but it was so boring. Jeff tried to sleep, but he
couldn't. He wondered could underwear ever sleep or would he be conscious of his condition 24/7? At last
there was movement. Carl's cock had softened earlier, but now it hardened, and Carl began to hump Jeff's bed.
There were flashes of light, as Carl's body raised the blanket and sheets. The springs clanged. To Jeff it
seemed oddly reminiscent of a thunderstorm with lightning flashes, the sound of rain and thunder.
"Dang, Jeff, you're soaked. I haven't had a wet dream in ages. Guess, I'll be having more of them since I'm
wearing you to bed from now on. I, mean, like I always have, brief boy!" he laughed patting the wet spot on
the front of his briefs. He was amazed at how quickly the spot seemed to be drying and shrinking. Then he
realized Jeff was absorbing it, and chuckled again, "That's it brief boy eat it all up and maybe you'll grow
big and strong or at least be Jeff again for a little while."
Carl dressed and went downstairs. Jeff's family was just finishing breakfast.
"Hi, Carl, did you sleep over again last night?" Jeff's mother asked as she got up and went over to the
toaster, "Would you like toast and eggs?"
"Could you make it a sandwich to go? I have to meet Jeff at the gym later. He wanted to go for an early run,
and I wanted to sleep in."
"So he missed breakfast again," growled Jeff's father. The statement was more reflexive than anything, in
this reality he had only one son.
Henry, Jeff's older brother, caught himself staring at the bit of blue fabric sticking out above Carl's jeans.
Yeah, Jeff was out for a run, right. Carl didn't know it, but Henry had known for years that Jeff was Carl's
lucky briefs. He had actually seen the transformation more than once. At first, he was furious that Jeff
would allow Carl to do that to him. After all, he believed Jeff was his brother, even if that was a false
memory of a formerly true memory. But after a while, Henry or Hank, as he was often called, grew jealous of
Jeff's relationship with Carl.
"You'd think with all the time Jeff spends running and working out at the gym that he'd be more of jock by
now," Henry blurted out. He thought he'd like to be Carl's jockstrap at least once, while Carl and Jeff
worked out at the gym.
Carl shrugged, and thought of the appropriateness of the word jock in Jeff's case. He suppressed a laugh, it
came out as a snort. "Yeah, I guess, you're right, Hank, he should be more of jock." He took the egg
sandwich from Jeff's mother. He said, "Thanks," as he took a bite and headed out the door. He nodded at Max,
who was out in his backyard trimming the hedge, as he exited Jeff's yard. Max stared at the blue patch
flashing above Carl's jeans as Carl walked and his shirt moved up.