Ty whistled as he carried the former football quarterback toward the practice field.
"Aw, Chad, I bet you never thought you'd end up a tackle dummy," Ty giggled.
Tackle Dummy? No. He could feel his legs fusing together as his butt descending to form the base of the tackle dummy that Ty was carrying. He was shocked to see his reflection in the mirror. His body was now mostly cylindrical and his face seemed to be embossed on the cylinder. His jersey number was also emblazoned on his chest. But he felt naked.
"Hey, Rick, wanna help me get this tackle dummy in position for football practice?"
"Whoa! Cool, you were able to get one with Chad's face and number. I hope you got a couple of dozen of 'em, cause these guys will really give dummy Chad a workout. I wouldn't be surprised if it was busted in a month."
"Maybe. It's grey, we can repair it with duct tape, if we need to-"