Vinnie said hello to his folks, and hightailed it to his bedroom where he locked the door. He pulled the
curtains shut and stripped down to his jockstrap. He whispered, "Hey, Ryan, how ya hanging?"
Tight was Ryan's reply, and he seemed to squeeze Vinnie's junk a bit tighter when he thought it.
"Whoa! Easy boy, I can't wear you forever. I cannot figure out why this keeps happening to me," Vinnie said in
an exasperated tone.
"Keeps happening to you?" thought Ryan in a confused tone.
"Well, I kinda forget until it happens again," Vinnie said. He walked over to his nightstand and opened the
bottom drawer. He pulled out a Speedo, a pair of board shorts, a pair of Superman briefs,a wrestling singlet,
a stripper thong with a police badge on it, and snakeskin pattern boxers. "Guys, meet Ryan. Ryan meet the
guys," he said gesturing first at the pouch girding his loins and then at the garments on his bed.
He held up the Speedo first taut between his index fingers. Then he gave the fabric some slack, the wrinkles
seemed to form a face on the pouch. It looked vaguely familiar to Ryan.
"This is Kris King, your former buddy, and Captain of the Water Polo team," Vin confessed, "He said I was
staring at him in the shower room at the Y last Summer, and I wore him in the pool a couple of times, and then
put him in this drawer."
"How is that possible?" Ryan asked, "How could I forget Kris like this? He was best friend, Horst and Carter
were just hangers on, I remember now. Why didn't I before?"
"Same reason you probably don't remember Steve Fargis from the wrestling team," Vinnie said waving the singlet
in front of his crotch. For a moment Ryan could make out a face, but then it vanished as the singlet
collapsed on the bed. Vinnie picked up the Stripper thong with the velcro sides and the police badge pinned to
the pouch, "Or Officer Mike McCaan," he dropped the thong picking up the board shorts, "Or the surfer dude
Kevin from shop class," a face appeared as it fell to the bed, and Vin picked up the Superman briefs, "Or
Timmy McGrew from second grade, I had an accident in the boys room, he was there, and I had dry underwear," he
tossed those on the bed and reached for the snakeskin briefs, "You remember "Snake" Jason Tyler?"
"Wait I saw "Snake" today at school," protested Ryan.
"Nah," laughed Vinnie as he threw himself on the bed. As his body made contact with the other garments, Ryan
could hear other voices. It was true, he thought.
Vinnie continued, "What you saw was a simulacrum. Just like what I left in your bed. It looks like the
person, but it isn't real. They can't maintain relationships and easily slip from memory. That's how you
managed to forget your best friend. He still goes to our school, but he's practically invisible. He's no
longer captain of the Water Polo team, and barely plays. I had planned to leave you on the one in your bed,
but after seeing your pa, I suspect he'll beat that soulless simulacrum to death, if your simulacrum doesn't
kill your pa. You don't need to be there for that. Anyway graduation will set all the simulacrums free.
They'll become nondescript background players in life: deliverymen, clerks, whatever. Their families will
lose touch and forget them, and maybe they'll just fade away from existence altogether? I don't know."
He sighed and held up the amulet, "And this thing, Grandmama said would suppress my power so I couldn't do
this to you. Guess, saying it didn't work is an understatement."
Ryan struggled with the knowledge Vinnie shared. He saw it all now. He could hear their voices clearly, Timmy
was probably the one crying. Snake was shouting about what he'd do to Vinnie when he changed back. Steve
said sadly and apologetically, "Sorry, Ry, he got ya too." Kevin was a bit more philosophical, "Hey, man, it's
easy. No hunger, no worries, just lie back until he wears you. Summer is just around the corner, I expect
he'll wear me then. Maybe he'll wear you under me, Ryan?" Officer McCaan was the small voice that kept
repeating, "This is all just a nightmare. It's just a dream. It can't be real." Steve Fargis didn't say
anything, but Ryan could sense his silent rage.
"I don't get it. Why don't you just change us back? You obviously can control your powers, Vinnie. You made
the simul-things didn't ya?" Ryan posited.
"Yeah, but making a shadow being is just child's play compared to reversing a transformation like these. First
off there's the problem of the conservation of mass. You probably weigh a couple ounces, if I change you back
you'd still weigh a couple of ounces, so your height would be measured in inches instead of feet."
"Wait what about the mass I had before?"
"Converted to magical energy and used to power the transformation, I'd need twice as much to reverse the
spell, and that would require someone else be transformed to power it. A no win proposition I assure you."
"So why do I remember Snake, but didn't remember my best friend?"
"Time. I transformed Kris last August, and Snake got transformed yesterday. He was making me pole dance for
his amusement, when this police officer comes in. McCaan is a real officer, but he's also Snake's cousin and
buddy. Neither admits to being gay, but they wanted me to strip out at that Club on Hwy 14 for Gay Pride
Weekend, and made me audition for them. So I auditioned, McCann as the breakaway thong, and Snake as the
boxers I peeled off to reveal the thong underneath. I danced the whole routine alone in front of a mirror."
Snake shouted, "You're both perverts! Mike, you and Vinnie were both inside me. I-uh, I-uh..." he mentally
stammered.
"You liked it," Vinnie laughed, and instantly they all knew it was true.
"You made us so we like being worn by you," gasped Ryan in horror, but strangely happy about his fate.
"Yeah, I guess. I don't think it was intentional, but it does relief a lot of the guilt."
"What's Timmy's story?"
"Huh? I told you already. I made a simulacrum of him too, and sent him home from school. The teachers didn't
notice, but well. He ended up on a milk carton. Don't know if the simulcrum just evaporated or if his
parents didn't really believe it was him and did something to the simulacrum. Maybe exorcised him?" Vinnie
shrugged.
Timmy stopped sobbing. His silence was eerie until it was replaced by wailing.
"Goodnight, Superboy," Vinnie said tossing the Superman Briefs into the still open drawer.
"If only Horst and Carter hadn't seen," murmured Vinnie absently.
"What about Horst and Carter? They'll just forget about me like I forgot Kris?" Ryan pleaded afraid that
they'd end up as sweat socks.
Making note of Ryan's mental image, Vinnie said, "Nice idea Carter and Horst would make nice socks. But first
I may try to convince them they were hallucinating. Maybe think that they shared some bad weed, and...but that
sock idea is really cool."
"Puh-lease, Vinnie!" Ryan begged.
Vinnie reached into his top drawer and pulled out a joint and some Viagra. Ryan felt him swelling inside him.
"Yeah, Ryan, how's it feel to go from top jock at school to a nerd's cum rag," laughed Vinnie as he started to
massage his junk through Ryan's face.
"Okay, Vinnie," Ryan answered as he started to expand and contract his mesh body."
"Ooh, yeah," Vinnie said.
"But please change Kris back," Ryan asked. He began to tighten and relax rhythmically.
"No."
"Bet you can't do it!" Ryan challenged.
"Of course I can," Vinnie said puffing on the joint.
"Bet you can't!" Ryan retorted.
"Well, you're right I cannot because their simulacrums exist."
"Wait you said Timmy's simulacrum doesn't exist anymore. So why don't you prove you've got the power. Change
Timmy back!"
"Timmy? I wonder if he would be a 19 year old stud or still a little 8 year old kid?" coughed Vinnie.
Ryan saw the hazy image of Snake giving Vinnie the weed in exchange for his strip show. Vinnie and Mike's
parents owned the Club which had been losing money of late. So they decided to switch it from a dive bar to a
gay bar. "After all gays got money, they don't have to spend it on families or kids."
Ryan was pretty sure that was Snake's thought, not Mike who was still chanting "There's no place like home,
there's no place like home..."
Yeah, he's definitely not gay thought Ryan mentally rolling his eyes, which apparently created a swirling
sensation on Vinnie's balls as he moaned and relayed that info to Ryan.