"Surprise!" read the note inside Chad's otherwise empty locker. The note continued, "How do you make a BMOC disappear? You make everyone forget he ever existed! The only reason that you remember who you are is that bit of string tied around your cock. Bet you forgot it was there, but don't undo it if you don't want to forget who you were. Now comes the fun part. Look in your kit locker, there are several envelopes containing new identities, you can choose one or try to create a new one of your own.
The athletes started filing in. Rick filed passed Chad on the way to his locker. Chad said, "Hey, Rick, is this another one of your pranks?"
Rick looked at him, and said, "Do I know you? Cause I only prank guys I know. I don't know you."
"Right, Rick, you don't know the star MVP quarterback Chad?"
"Chet? Uh, Bobbie's quarterback, and Rod just got elected MVP. Oh, I get it one of them hired you to prank me. I bet you aren't even enrolled at this school. Hey, Rod, you know this surf punk?"
Rod came over. Chad knew that Rod was terrible at lying, and would spoil Rick's game. But either Rod had become a great actor or he really didn't know who Chad was. With a bunch of clothed athletes around his naked body, Chad felt suddenly uncomfortable. He opened the kit locker and grabbed the sheaf of Manila envelopes inside, Chad grabbed them, and pushed pass the jocks who no longer knew him. This was a nightmare. He didn't have clothing. People really didn't seem to remember him. He decided he'd read the contents of the envelopes in the sauna.
As he reached the sauna, the door opened and the swim team emerged on their way to the showers. Chad found himself pressed up against the wall as the naked swimmers pushed by. He felt what he was sure was a hard cock push against his bare buttocks. A moment later he heard Bruno ask, "who's the new guy? He sure has one sweet ass. Bet it's cherry too."
Chad blushed, even if Bruno didn't recognize him, at least Bruno's taste in guys was unaffected. All the benches were wet in the sauna. Chad stood alone in the middle of the hot room until a spot on the upper bench evaporated. He climbed up, and positioned himself in the corner and looked at the envelopes. Each had a different name written on it. His new identities? He rolled his eyes at some of the names. He skipped through the alphabetical names until he found one he liked. He opened the envelope, it contained a photo, a biography, and instructions on how to become that person.