Introduction (Patreon)

Andrew stared at the door, not sure what to expect. He wanted to prepare himself that this could be somethings humiliating or painful. He wasn't wearing anything embarrassing, just his normal jeans, sneakers, and polo shirt. If it ended up online at least he wasn't wearing a video game T-shirt, or worse, an anime one.

Just after he had finished his lunch in the cafeteria Jack Thomson had walked over to him. At first Andrew thought he was in the way of someone else, someone Jack knew. "Andrew, right?" the towering athlete had asked him. "Yeah?" he had answered, trying to figure out why one of the star players in the basket team knew his name. Jack was a senior about to graduate and Andrew was freshman about to start sophomore year. They had nothing in common.

"Your last class for today ends at four, right?"
"Yeah."
"Good. Come by my house right after. Hillview North 680."

It wasn't a question. Andrew squeaked out a confused "sure". Jack slapped him on the shoulder, said "my man", and walked away.

Andrew had felt bad all afternoon, trying to make sense of it all. His first year was almost over, so some sort of hazing wasn't likely. Not this late. He hadn't been bullied. Not in that personal way anyway. Just some people shouting "Nerd" or worse when he wore T-shirts with comic characters too far from Marvel and DC.

The door wasn't going to give any answers, so he pressed the doorbell and a metallic gong was heard just on the other side of the door. It took a minute, then the door opened with Jack in the doorway. Of course basket players are tall, but that fact is often lost when you see them next to each other or in large spaces like the school cafeteria. Here filling up the doorframe of a residential home made much more of an impact.

"Andrew, right?" Jack had changed into navy blue sweatshirt and sweatpants. His hair looked damp and there was a strong smell of cheap deodorant. The same question as at school, like he hadn't bothered to remember him clearly enough then.
"Yeah"
"Come on in" He stepped aside and let Andrew pass through him into the house. "You're a team player, right? I want you to try something," he continued after having closed the door. He took a few steps to a duffle bag on a chair by the door and fished up something white and folded. He handed it over to Andrew. Andrew shook out the cloth and looked in disbelief at the white compression pants.
"You want me to wear these? Why?"
"Just do it and I'll show you. There's a bathroom if you're shy." He nodded towards a door.

Andrew decided against using it, kicked off his sneakers, undid his jeans, stepped out of them. He then stepped into the compression pants, which were surprisingly tight. They are supposed to be tight, he realized, but they were clearly not Jack's size.

"Now these," Jack continued, holding out a pair of white socks and blue and white basket shorts. "The sock for the right foot has an R on it."

Andrew stepped into the shorts as well, then looked for somewhere to sit down to swap out the socks. "Here!" Jack grabbed the duffle bag off the chair and dropped it on the floor next to Andrew's jeans and shoes. All while Andrew was taking off and putting on socks Jack had a very focused expression on his face.

"Take off your shirt as well."
"Really? Why am I doing this?"
"It's the last thing. Just do it."

Andrew couldn't hear anyone else in the house. If this was a prank he couldn't figure it out. He wasn't ashamed of his body. There just wasn't that much of it.

"Now follow me. Lie down on this couch." He did. "Now just relax, close your eyes, and listen to this." Jack put a pair of headphones on Andrew with what sounded like white noise. He felt really tired all of a sudden. Somewhere in the noise was a voice. Perhaps not a voice, but an idea. He must be a baller, why else would he be wearing baller shorts, the idea suggested. Why else indeed?