Sam grabbed the tanktop he had been wearing when he arrived home. That’s odd, he thought after putting it on, This shirt had fit me real tight just a couple hours ago. Now it’s rather loose.
He went to his drawers and pulled out another shirt, only he noticed the same thing, as another once-tight shirt was loose on him.
“Sam,” Brian called up from the bottom of the stairs. “I’ve reheated your dinner! It’s all ready for you now!”
Sam shook his head after trying yet a third shirt on with similar results. What was going on? He left his room, and headed downstairs.
“WHERE’S GREG?” he yelled out, as he entered the dining room.
Greg ran into the room, after hearing his name called out. “What is it, Sam?”
“Dude, what the fuck have you been doing to my laundry?”
Greg stammered, clearly seeing Sam was mighty upset, “I… I… I… Nothing. I mean, I just did laundry like I always have.”
“Asshole, you’ve totally stretched out my shirts. Look at this!” he said, pinching the shirt he had on him showing the extra room. “I wore this shirt yesterday and it was skin tight!”
“I’m sorry, Sam,” Greg tried to apologize. “I didn’t mean to do so.”
“Dude, you even stretched the shirt I was wearing just before going to bed!”
“Sam, I haven’t even touched that shirt. I only washed your dirty gym clothes today, and that stuff’s still in the dryer!”
Sam shook his head, and grumbled to himself. However, deep down, he realized Greg was speaking the truth. If he did stretch out his shirts, it probably wasn’t on purpose. He also knew what a kick Greg got out of seeing Sam in tight shirts. But even if Greg had accidentally stretched out his clothes, what happened to the shirt he had had on earlier that day.
Something seemed wrong, something was definitely off, and not just his shirts. He didn’t like it, and he felt unsettled. So much unsettled, he didn’t even finish his dinner.
“Sam, you ok?” Brian asked, seeing his plate with food still on it.
“Yeah, yeah. I guess I’m just not particularly hungry tonight.”
He left the dining room, and…