"You nasty little boy," Amber said to Jeff, "You want to be my bra or
panties don't you?"
Jeff blushed.
"Well, you're going to hug a crotch, but it won't be mine," she said
slyly as the timer ran down.
"Huh?" gasped Jeff in a thin confused voice as he felt his body become
insubstantial. His own clothing vanished, and he lay immobile but
fully conscious staring up at the ceiling.
Amber laughed, "It really worked."
She walked over and picked Jeff up. She whispered, "I wonder if you
know what you are? And who will be wearing you?"
Jeff had absolutely no idea, but he was kind of thrilled when Amber
folded him up and put him into her purse. He knew the timer on the
Chronivac would turn him back in an hour, or at least an hour after he
was taken off.
He was totally in the dark literally for about 10 minutes. Then he
heard Amber speak. It sounded muffled, but he recognized the name
Josh. Her exboyfriend, that big football jock was named Josh. He was
as brawny as Jeff was brainy. She couldn't have turned him into a
guy's underwear?
Light streamed in, and she pulled Jeff out of the bag. It was Josh,
her ex! He was standing there only in athletic shorts.
"Put these on, Josh!" Amber demanded.
"I thought you were with nerd boy Jeff?"
"I am. But I want to see how you look in these," she handed him Jeff.
Jeff felt the powerful hands holding him. Josh could literally rip him
to shreds. He was terrified.
"I was just going to go for a 15 mile run. The marathon is in three
weeks," Josh said.
"Well, model these briefs. Then put your shorts on over them and go
for your run," Amber said.
Josh rolled his eyes. Amber was hot, and maybe he'd have another shot
at her if he did this. He ducked around the corner and shucked off
his shorts and underwear. His old briefs ended up rolled up in a
corner and he put Jeff on. Jeff was terrified, but suddenly he
relaxed. He felt okay, he felt better than okay. He felt confident.
Josh sauntered back into the room carrying his shorts.
"So how do I look, Amby?" he said as he did a model's twirl.
He noticed that Amber was videoing him with her iPhone, so he did a
little dance, and stuck his thumb in the edge of his briefs like a
stripper.
"Keep 'em on, Josh! And put your shorts on, and go for your run. And
when you get back, you can let me know just how absorbent those new
briefs are," Amber said.
Absorbent? thought Jeff. Fifteen miles? Yikes!
Josh pulled on his shorts and said goodbye and was off and running.
His mind was racing. He had never called Amber "Amby" before, but it
felt like he had. Jeff realized he was hearing Josh's thoughts, and
he must be sharing his thoughts with Josh. Jeff only called Amber
"Amby" when they were alone, and now Josh was calling her "Amby"? How
much information were they sharing subconsciously or consciously? Did
Josh know he was wearing Jeff?
The Chronivac ticked passed the hour, but Josh was still on his run,
and Jeff was still on Josh, and there he would remain.
Josh was slick with sweat when he got home. He shucked off his running
shorts, grabbed a big bottle of Gatorade from the fridge, took a piss,
and lay down on his bed wearing only Jeff.