Paddie was having the weirdest dream. He staggered out of bed to take a piss. He stumbled. Someone had moved
the floor, and the toilet was closer to his cock than it should be. He stopped to stare in the mirror. He had
been 6'5"- the biggest Standish brother. He was now about 8" shorter. His face was wrong. He shook his head.
His own image reflected for a moment, the relative room size remained wrong. He recognized the body as
belonging to one of his kid brother's friends. Horse? Suddenly, Horst's memories came spilling out. Horst. He
was Horst? He looked down at his jockstrap. He didn't sleep in a jockstrap. His brother Ryan apparently was
now some kid name Vinnie's jockstrap. He frowned. Horst was still sleeping. Being transformed into a jockstrap
sobered him up completely. So quietly, he returned to the bedroom he shared with his brothers.
There was a scrawny kid, being spooned by another of Ryan's buddies. That had to be Vinnie. He doubted Carter
would sleep that way with another guy, it was too personal. Horst apparently thought he was wearing Dylan,
guess Carter got them mixed up. Dylan did like to spoon Ryan when he slept. Paddie lowered his head to
sleeping Carter's crotch.
"Wakey, wakey, eggs and bakey!" Horst's voice whisper shouted.
Both Vinnie and Carter immediately sat up.
"Wha-? Who are you?" Carter said preparing his arm and fist to punch.
"Ask Carter," Paddie Horst said.
"Cart-?" he turned to look at Vinnie, and said, "Oh?" He pulled back the sheet, and looked at the jockstrap
pouch in his lap.
He punched Vinnie's upper arm.
"Don't, Dylweed, ya might wake up the dweeb or Carter. Believe me you won't like where your attention is
focused when the body is in control. You're just a jockstrap focused on the manhood filling you - you'll find
out soon enough. The dweeb doesn't know how he does this stuff. He thinks it has to do with this amulet, but
he hasn't been able to unwish me being a jockstrap. But maybe I can figure it out. I already figured out how
to control Vinnie's dreams. Right now I've got the wimp dreaming that he's worked out to get a body like I
had."
"You idiot, why would you do that? Continue to wear you would mean he'd have you as a personal trainer to get
that body you got him dreaming about!" Paddie snapped.
Dylan was silent. He hadn't been controlling Carter's dream.