Toby started cleaning his things out in his locker, tossing his water bottle in his backpack and putting away his gym clothes. He knew his old teammates were still downstairs in the weightroom, lifting for the afternoon. "If only I could have been like them," Toby told himself. He sighed in defeat.
He thought about throwing on his compression shorts and heading down for a quick lift himself, the locker room was closed off to football players but he figured the team would let him lift once more with them. But it was then that he noticed the loincloth in his backpack. "Huh," Toby told himself. "What if I tried this on?"
The thing was dirty, dusty, old. But again he felt a surge of confidence and aggression spread over him as he looked at the cloth. "Such power," Toby told himself entranced. "Should I wear it now or should I go lift first?"