Chad recognizes the stickers, and chart taped to the inside of the locker door as the light shines on them. He's in his own locker. Then he sees the shadowy figure come into focus. It's one of the coaches: Coach Mark, and he's stark naked. Chad cannot help but admire the handsome hairy legged man in front of him. Even if he is an old guy in his 30's or 40's, he's got a very fit bod.
"Hey, Chad, how's it hanging? You might say, I've been going through a midlife crisis. I broke up with my partner, started dying my hair black again. I don't care what they say about salt-n-pepper being distinguished. Anyway, I suppose you're wondering what I'm doing in your locker, and what you're doing hanging there? But of course, you cannot voice your thoughts or questions, at least not yet. But I'll be able to hear your thoughts as soon as I put you on, but as soon as I put you on I'll start absorbing you. In a few days, I'll have your body. Then I'll find out if blonds really do have more fun.
"Maybe I should let you hang there a bit longer. I suppose you'd change back if no one puts you on, and no one will believe you. Maybe I shouldn't steal your youth and your life?" Mark seems to be having a crisis of conscience. But it doesn't last long, "Sorry, Chad, I've come this far, so I might as well cum in you, and go all the way."
He lifts Chad out of the locker and starts to step into him. Chad is horrified. The coach's junk looks huge. Of course, he knows from seeing the coach on the field that he's only 5'7", and that his bulge looked physically smaller than Chad's, but it was still a good size for a little guy. Shit, that little guy was now a giant. Chad felt the tickle of the hairs on Coach Mark's right leg brush against him, and then the hairs on the right leg tickled him. Now the coach's manhood dangled directly over him and the hard muscled legs were inside him. It was so fucking weird. Chad understood that he must be an article of clothing, but he didn't want to know what. His mind told him, as he struggled to deny it that he was now something that would be worn over a guy's crotch. Something that he probably had hanging in his own locker before. Jockstrap? Compression shorts? Speedo for when he did laps for cardio instead of running? He stared at the thick black thatch getting closer and closer. The coach was lifting him toward his massive manhood. That monster would soon be stretching Chad to the limit, he was sure of that. He tried to swallow, but well, he couldn't. He would be swallowing something soon enough. He didn't know whether the coach was hesitating and stretching this out, or whether the horrible reality of it had his brain-racing so that it all seemed to be happening in slow motion. There seemed to an electric spark as Chad snapped into place. He felt strangely weak, but the coach let out whooping sound.
"Woohoo! I feel fucking 18 again! I should have done this to you before the season started, with your body Chad, I'd have gotten higher TD rate for you by at least 50%, I'm sure. Oh, fuck, this feels great!" Chad noticed that the Woohoo! actually sounded like his voice instead of the deeper bass of Coach Mark's normal voice.
"Chad? What are you doing here?" Coach Sinclair asked from the end of the aisle.
"Sorry about missing practice, Coach. I thought I'd come in and workout to make up for it," lied Mark.
Coach Sinclair didn't seem to notice that Chad was nearly a foot shorter now with black hair. Chad wondered about this.
"Okay, well, don't stay too late, and no free-weights unless you have a spotter. I'll be around doing paperwork for another hour, so if you want me to spot you, let me know. Or I think Coach Mark is somewhere around here, maybe you can get him to spot you? I saw his car is still in the parking lot."
"Right Coach Sinclair, you got it!" shouted the false Chad thrilled to be pulling one over on the old coach.
He waited until he heard the coach's office door close to explain to Chad, "The spell casts a glamour on me, so that I look like you and sound like you to everyone, and after a while my body will actually permanently morph into you, and then I won't have to wear you anymore. You will become just another article of clothing in your-uh, my laundry."
What the fuck am I? Chad wondered.