"Uh, coach- uh?" what the fuck was Nate's coach's name anyway? "I can't wear Nate, coach. Please turn me back into his Speedo, he can wear me, and change me back at the end of the season," Chad in Nate's body said with a defeated sigh.
"Well, maybe, but I'm all worn out from the magic that I've done so far. So put Nate on, and hit the pool. If you still want to be Nate's Speedo, I will consider it after practice. Oh, and if you don't wear Nate, I won't do any magic to switch you, understand?"
Chad sullenly nodded Nate's head.
"Now hit the pool, Nate!"
"Where is it?" Chad asked.
"Put on the suit, and you'll know," snarled the coach.
"Sorry, Nate," said Chad with another sigh, as he stepped into the Speedo.
Instantly, Chad's perspective flickered back and forth from Nate's view from crotch height to his eye level. He shook his head as he felt Nate's manhood inside him, and then felt himself in Nate's body wearing the Speedo. He staggered visibly, and caught himself on the bank of lockers behind him. He now knew where the pool was, and what the other players' were called. He slammed Nate's locker door shut, and headed for the pool.
The coach smiled. A little anger might just be the motivation Nate needed. He whistled happily as he strolled toward the pool. He was expecting a winning season after all.