Ryan felt like he was drowning. Fortunately, clothing cannot drown. Apparently, Tad wanted him extra clean. After about an hour of being churned and rinsed, the final spin cycle began. It was so intense. The pain of the centrifugal force extracting the water, Ryan passed out. He didn't know if he went through the dryer or line dried. Ryan woke up folded in a dark drawer. He couldn't change back in a confined space like a drawer. He would end up a bloody mess. All he could do was lie there, and wait. He must have been trapped for at least a day. Finally, the drawer opened. Oh, great, it was Tad and he was standing there naked. He reached into the drawer and grabbed Ryan.
"Round Two," thought Ryan.
"Heh, I do love the way these boxer briefs hug my body," Tad said as he stepped into Ryan.
"Okay, prepare to be afraid to wear underwear ever again, Tad," Ryan thought as his waistband snapped tightly around Tad's waist. Ryan was expecting jeans, but Tad pulled out Spandex cycling shorts. Oh, no, it can't be Saturday, Ryan remembers that Tad signed up for that 100 mile bicycle race over the three day weekend.
"Hey, Ryan, it's me, Jeremy," said Tad's bicycling singlet after he was pulled over the boxer briefs and snapped into place on Tad's shoulders.
"Jeremy? What are you doing here?"
"I tried to rescue you yesterday, but Tad caught me rifling through his boxer briefs and he made me tell him what was going on. He added some sleeping pills along with fabric softener to the wash to put you to sleep. Then he made me change myself into a bicycle singlet."