"Now come along, lad, you're late for games. Now get dressed in your gear, and get your ass out on the field," says a man dressed in formal attire swatting your bare bum.
"Yeow!" you say turning, you see your reflection in the mirror. Your jaw drops. You know you are Johnny, but it's a different person being reflected naked in the mirror. Is your cock smaller now? Your blonde hair is black now, and you are shorter and stockier, but more muscled than before.
The man points at some early 20th century leather and cotton American football gear. You put on the leather helmet, curiously.
The man pulls it off, snapping, "That goes on last."
He swats your butt with the leather helmet, and tosses it on the bed.
"Charlie, help Matthew to get suited up," the man says leaving, "And both of you get out on that field, promptly!"
You turn, there's another young man in the room, he's already dressed in one of those antique football uniforms.
"Come on. Matt, put the stuff on," Charlie say stepping forward and handing you the underwear from the bed, "The team is counting on us."