As Todd stepped back from his locker, his jaw dropped, and his eyes glazed over. Chad blinked. He could blink again, but he wasn't himself. He walked over to a mirror, and saw Todd's image staring back. Damn, Todd was wearing Chad, and somehow or other Chad was wearing Todd's body. Was that-
Todd shook his head and regained control of his body. Chad was aware of a change too. Todd had forgotten the last five minutes. He didn't remember that Chad was his jockstrap. Todd adjusted his jockstrap, and muttered, "New jockstraps never fit right. I'm going to have to break this one in." He checked his locker. It was locked, but Todd had the feeling that he was forgetting something. He'd remember sooner or later, probably. He thought. If it was important.
Chad was silently screaming, unheard by Todd at all. How could Todd see a guy transformed into a jockstrap, and not remember it?
Meanwhile, at the field house. Tyrone checked his watch. That dumb white boy never could follow directions, that was why he had to be quarterback. It was Chad's turn to learn his new place in the world. At about 4:30 PM, Tyrone shrugged and with a clearly irritated body posture stalked toward the locker room. He was pleasantly surprised to see that Chad's locker was unlocked, and all of Chad's clothing was there. He sighed, and hit his forehead with the palm of his hand.
"Dumb cracker went and put the spray on early. Next time I write a note, I'll tell the guy not to use the spray until they're naked in the field house," Tyrone said shaking his head. He looked around the floor, and didn't see any stray jockstraps. He sighed as he headed to lost and found.
Todd was sweating and breathing hard as he entered the locker room. He almost ran straight into Tyrone. Todd jogged to Tyrone's left, saying, "Sorry, Tyrone. Running late. Coach made me do laps and my bus leaves in like 5 minutes."
Todd panted outside his locker and he worked the combo. He hurriedly stripped, no time for a shower. He hung his new sweat drenched jockstrap, along with his t-shirt and shorts in the locker, and put on his street clothes. He could run faster in his sneakers, so he didn't take them off. Todd locked his locker. Chad sobbed softly to himself, as he hung in the cold dark, dank locker.
Todd ran for the bus.