Chad had returned from the football game as soon as it was over to prepare for the date he thought he had, and Todd had come along as support. Rick and Bruno, of course, had also returned early in order to catch Chad as he transformed so they could guide his transformation and get a good laugh out of watching him change. Now all four had ended up transformed in the locker rooms and the rest of the football team were returning from their victory celebrations. Bruno's now non-existant heart skipped a hypothetical beat. They'd see him. He was freshly transformed, he could still wriggle slightly, and he was clearly sitting next to a can of inanimation spray. They'd be able to see he was fleshtone. They'd know what had happened and rescue him.
The team stampeded into the locker room, giddy from their victory and a little bit drunk where someone had snuck in some alcohol anticipating a win. The rowdy footballers piled into the locker room, cleats ignorantly stomping a discarded urinal cake into dust. One of the players, Dan, dove straight into a cubical and sat on Rick. Rick, also still freshly transformed, started to cry to his teammate for help in a wet, sloshing voice, but before he could even form a word there was a loud, spluttering fart and Rick was silenced with a torrent of muddy wet shit. Dan was not well. He was slightly allergic to alcohol but drank it anyway to look cool. Well, now he was paying for it, but Rick moreso.
Meanwhile, another player accidentally kicked the animation spray across the room, causing it to roll into the back of another player's foot. Jake picked up the spray.
"Who dropped their deoderant?" He called out. After no response, "Well then it's mine now!"
Jake stripped off and sprayed his underarms with the inanimation spray. When he set it down on the bench, Cody picked it up and laughed. Jake gave him a confused look.
"Dude, it's not deoderant," Cody laughed and showed Jake the label on the can.
Jake went pale in shock. Or was it due to the transformation?
The other players gathered around to see what Jake would turn into, many of them shouting out suggestions in the hopes that it would influence the transformation. At some point, someone else grabbed the can and sprayed another team mate. In their rowdy state, this soon turned into a war with the players each fighting over the can and spraying each other.
Unaware of the commotion outside, Dan reached for some toilet paper and realised there was none in the stall. He called out for some.
"Sure, here ya go buddy!" called back a laughing team member.
A fresh new roll of toilet paper was rolled under the stall door and Dan gladly picked it up and started wiping his ass, not even noticing that each of the soft two-ply sheets were imprinted with the impression of a now former teammate's number and the pattern of his uniform.