Chad watched as he was lifted off the floor. He couldn't see who was holding him. He could see beat up Converse sneakers, blue jean clad legs and a huge tented crotch. He had a bad feeling.
"Chad, I can't believe I own you now," said a familiar voice. It sounded deeper and louder than it should, and that was why Chad couldn't quite place it.
There was a deep laugh from the belly above Chad, and the voice asked, "So Chad, I be you're dying to know what you're going to become. Oh, did you think, you were going to remain a tiny man? No, you're going to be something more useful. This plastic wrap change whatever is wrapped in it into whatever the package is labeled. I could label you "Yo-Yo" and you'd become a yo-yo. Or I could label you "Condoms" and pass you out to your friends to use. Or I could simply label you "Jockstrap" and wear you home? What should you be?"
Chad was freaking out, an the guy seemed to know it. Chad looked up. Duh! The guy was holding the plastic wrapped naked 19 year old at an angle, so he could see Chad's reactions in the mirror. Chad looked into the mirror, and recognized his new owner. Gawd! He actually was thinking of the guy as his owner. He really was, and he was sporting wood.
The captor noticed the tiny prick rise to attention in the plastic container.
"Oh, Chad, you like being mine, don't you? Sweet. Then I'm definitely going to label you...