Distracted

Tyler had a really bad day at work. He just didn't seem to be able to concentrate. After briefing, he had to ask his Sergeant what his assignment was and even then he had to check the details several times. He wandered around in a sort of daze and every time he saw something black and shiny, he did a double-take as it reminded him of the shorts he had found himself in. By lunchtime he was getting flustered and so he decided to take a decent break and have a heavy workout at the police gym.

An hour later, he was covered in sweat and his gear was stained. As he was on his last exercise, he caught a flash from another officer working out - surely they were wearing rubber shorts? He almost dropped the bar, but secured it and looked again, to see that instead he was wearing shiny Adidas tracksuit trousers like the ones Chris was wearing yesterday. He looked away quickly as he didn't want to get some kind of reputation.

After a long cold shower, he returned to work and finished the rest of his shift in the same state as before. He couldn't understand what the hell was going on - he'd always been sure of his role, convinced of what he should be doing. Never had he felt this..obsessed.

At the end of his shift, he spoke to his colleagues in mono-syllables and headed for home. He drove mechanically down the roads, and as he waited at a red light he felt his mind drift again to the rubber shorts. He wondered again how he had ended up wearing them and jerked out of his reverie with a start as the car behind him sounded its horn. He drove forward, then with a curse swung the wheel to the left and headed off towards the red light district.

He parked his car discretely and then started the walk to a shop that he knew of. He had his collar up and wore a baseball cap tight down on his head to try and avoid being recognised. As he approached the shop, he looked around. He couldn't see anyone looking at him, so he darted through the door. He was immediately assailed by the smell of rubber. He couldn't believe how much there was in here. Although he had bought some rubber items for his subs, he had never been in this shop before - he had ordered online. He looked up to see the two assistants looking at him, one clearly a twink, the other a taller, muscled man that Tyler thought would look in place in a rugby scrum. He looked away from them, and started to look around the store, avoiding their gaze and that of the other customers