"Rise and shine, Ricky," Carter laughs, as he shakes the sheet out over his bed.
Erick is dumbfounded. Last night Carter was on his left foot, and Ryan was on his right. They were socks, his socks. But there stands Carter wearing a jockstrap with the recognizable face of Ryan Standish imprinted on the pouch.
"Last night, or I should say early this morning. Ryan and I staged an escape from your smelly cum soaked feet. All that protein gave us the energy to work our way off your feet. We figured that left alone we'd revert to our natural states. And we did," patting Ryan, "Looks like Vinnie made this Ryan's natural form. He sure was pissed when I regained my manhood." He smiles, the jockstrap looks unhappy.
"Oh, bet you're wondering why you're a sheet and not something that would stay in constant contact with me. Well, it's an experiment. I'm going to see if I can make this your natural state!"
Nooooo.
"Actually, Rickie, it's still only 4 in the morning, and I plan to get some shut eye in. I figure if you're wrapped around me, you're not going to be any trouble. In the morning after I wash you and bleach you, I'll decide on your fate, lil bro. Should've been nicer to me."
He leaps into his bed and rolls himself up in his nice warm new sheet. Erick is strangely thrilled to envelope his hot older brother's body. Soon rythmic breathing is replaced by snoring. Ryan brushes against the sheet, Ryan whispers, if I help you, you have to promise to help change me back, okay, please...