"Z-A-C-K-E-R-Y S. J-O-H-N-S-0-N," you print on the strap, and then ripping a photo off your Valerian High School Voice Sports Page, you put on the jockstrap and stand in front of the mirror to watch yourself become the muscle jock quarterback.
You notice your hair is getting shorter, being reabsorbed into your body. Well, you do have darker hair than Zackery, so that must be why. It should grow back blond any second. Hm, your skin is yellowing, could Zackery be sick with jaundice or hepatitis? Did you use permanent marker? You try to turn, but find that your body is stiff and rigid. You cannot move. You stare at your banana yellow hairless body, and wonder what could happen next.
You begin to shrink. Oh, no. You're falling.
Suddenly, you're in a very dark place. It reeks of stale sweat. Hours pass, suddenly there is a clanking noise and white light streams in. A giant bare chested visage of Zackery Johnson looms over your shrunken form. The giant reaches for you with one hand as the other undoes his jeans.
"Cool, the coach must've got me this new banana cup jock strap, and put it my locker. The old one was getting pretty ratty."
You're a banana cup!
The athlete changes into you, and his workout gear, and goes out to begin his summer training for the fall. As he starts to sweat, you feel his warm maniless growing inside you,and you feel your essence seeping out of the cup and into Zackery's body through his pores.
As he catches the football, and gets sacked by defense, you feel his pain. You are becoming Zackery. You are possessing his body. You are shoving him into the banana cup.