You proceed to Zackery's locker and begin to strip out of your sweaty gear. As you stand in front of his locker naked except for the magic jockstrap you pause with your thumb under the waist band.
There are three possibilities, you think: 1) you take off the jockstrap and permanently become Zackery, trapping the true Zackery's soul in the magic jockstrap, 2) you lose possession of Zackery and return to the jockstrap, as he regains his body, or 3)you take off the jockstrap, and shower, but are still magically linked to Zackery in the jockstrap.
You sniff Zackery's armpit. It reeks. You decide to risk a shower, and hook your thumbs under the waistband and slowly slide the jockstrap down your body.
A catcall whistle startles you and you pull the strap back up.
"Aw, man, that slow strip scene was hot, you wanna do it again, and then toss me that strap?" leers Zackery's best friend or chief rival,or maybe both. Six foot four inch Jebez Hawkins is obviously sporting a hardon under his shorts. You wonder what exactly the relationship is between that receiver and the quarterback whose body you now occupy.