Mrs. Hanker went down each row of desks and had each student sign in, as she checked them off her list. She came down the right side and got to the dweeb, he signed and she checked him off. Then as she was coming up the row on the left, she stopped at the dweeb's desk, and said, "I think I missed you, you're Ryan Standish, the football player aren't you?"
I swallowed hard, and managed to nod my head. I signed my name with the dweeb's hand, and stared at my hands/his hands. The left one looked larger and hairy--sort of like mine, but not quite. It would seem that we were sharing his body, at least as long as he wore me, and I concentrated on being in the classroom. The moment I remembered I was just his jockstrap, everything went black as my vision was buried in his jeans.