As Chad swallowed the red jello shot, he recognized the quarterback for Westbridge Academy striding across the room toward him.
"Good choice, Chad! I will really enjoy wearing you for Spring Break!" Dirk Radcliffe exclaimed, as he clamped a firm hand on Chad's shoulder.
"What?" Chad asked.
"The red jello shot will change you into a red Speedo, and Westbridge's color is red, so when you picked red, you picked Dirk!" Rick explained as he goosed Chad's pink spandex clad ass.
"Oh, c'mon, I've been your Speedo for weeks," whined Chad, "You said."
"I only told you I wouldn't be wearing you. Didn't say you wouldn't be worn. Bruno's sulking now because you didn't pick purple. If you had, you'd be his Speedo."
"Why do I have to be anybody's Speedo?" Chad whined. His innards were already churning. He felt weak-kneed already. Dirk and Rick held him up and walked him over to the ottoman in the middle of the room.
"You chose the Jello shot, and while Rick called you a Speedo, I think you should know that you're going to be a Rio thong, so I can tan my buns But the red rubber part is right," Dirk explained. He ran his hand across Chad's chest under the pink singlet, and commented, "His skin is starting to feel rubbery already."
"Quick get him up on the ottoman," Rick said. Then he shouted, "Hey, somebody turn up the lights. It's time for the show to begin."
"Show? What show?"
"Fashion show!" shouted Dirk with a wicked grin. "Chad's going to change into swimwear and then I'll model him!"