Ms. Frederick walked into the bedroom and shook her head before walking out again.
“Luke? LUKE! Please put away your shoes, sweetheart! You got your clothes all over your bedroom floor!” she shouted.
A young boy of about 12 years old came running out of the kitchen wearing just his underwear and carrying a towel in his hand.
“But, momma! I got soccer practice in another hour! I need my shoes and my socks and the rest of my kit! I’m the goalie and one of the strikers on the team!” Luke pleaded.
Luke was about 5 feet tall and he had brown hair and he was very athletic. He had thick quads and bulging calves from actively playing soccer for the last six years.
“Oh well, you better get ready, dear!” she said as her youngest son rushed into the bathroom and took a shower.
In the meantime, Jeff’s transformation continued as his transformation into one of Luke’s soccer boots completed its final phase.
His body shrunk further down until he was just barely a foot tall and only a few inches wide when his skin started to transform into a thin, hard leather. His color changed from that of flesh to a neon green with bright yellow and orange stripes. Small holes appeared near the edges which allowed for the laces to go through and his skin which became the part of the sole transformed into a hard metal plate which started to form hard, metal studs around the edges.
As the middle section of the tongue formed from cutting away from his flesh, this part was neatly tucked in under the open sides and below the area where the laces would run across the tongue. The leather tongue would cover the top of Luke’s foot. Neon green laces grew from Jeff’s skin, completely transforming from flesh into thick, hard cotton, which ran between the holes from the top hole closest to the toes all the way up to the opening of the boot where Luke’s leg would come out.
The upper, leather section of the boot melts together with the metal plate containing the studs with cement, which comes from the remainder of Jeff’s skin. There is truly nothing human left of Jeff anymore, he has no completely transformed into Luke’s soccer cleat.
“Yay! Ready for the game!” Luke cheered as he entered the room wearing his red jersey, black shorts, red socks and just his sandals on his feet. He grabbed his soccer cleats by the laces and held them in his hand as he ran into the garage and jumped in the car.
Ten minutes later he arrived at the venue where hundreds of kids were talking, running and chatting as he got out of the parked car and searched for the correct field where he needed to be. As soon as he arrived, he greeted the coach and he sat down on the bench. He removed the sandals from his feet and he put on his shin guards and his cleats for the first time, tying the laces tight with double knots.
“Luke! You’re starting in the goal today and you’re a striker in the second half!” the coach instructed.
Luke put a yellow vest on with his gloves and ran towards the goal where he warmed up, blocking a few shots from his teammates.
As soon as the ref blew the whistle, he was ready for action, leaning forward with hands on his knees as he carefully observed the action on the field from inside the goal.
In the meantime, Jeff could feel Luke’s foot and socks moving around him. He could hear the sounds of the boys outside and the shouting of the parents!
In addition, he could feel some of what Luke was feeling… His anxiety, his strength, his speed… Suddenly, Jeff felt like he could feel Luke’s right soccer cleat as well. That was interesting! He sensed Luke’s muscles working. His calves and his quads. He could make Luke move forward and back, and he could make him nudge side by side a little…