Angelo's eyes glowed a preternatural ultra lavender, and suddenly Horst, Carter and Vinnie were gone. In their place up against the bench in front of the piles of clothing stood three brand new lockers. Angelo stepped forward, and opened the middle locker. Vinnie had been standing in the middle. There was a jockstrap hanging in the locker. He pulled it out, and sniffed and put it back. Then he opened the locker on the left, it too held an ordinary jockstrap. The locker on the right held a squirming living, hairy, flesh colored jockstrap that was the partially transformed Ryan Standish.
"Nuh, puhleash, dun pud muhun!" pleaded the human jockstrap.
"Sorry, Ryan, but I'm wearing you - actually, I'm not sorry. But you do right by me, and I may change you into something with legs," laughed Angelo. Then he turned to his boys, and said, "Get dressed, and let's go collect some swim fags." Then after he pulled on some shorts and shoes, and a letterman jacket, Angelo patted on the bank of three lockers. "Hey, Vinnie, Horst and Carter, I ain't forgetting about youse. If there are fourteen swim fags, then I'll change you guys back. If there are only 12 swim fags, then only one of you get changed back."
Bartholomew asked, "Hey, Angelo, what if there are only 10 swimfags?"
"You volunteering to be locker 14?"
"Huh? No, no way, never again."
"heh, heh," laughed Angelo sinisterly.
The lanky guy asked, "Wasn't Vinnie standing in the middle? So how did he end up the locker on the right?"
"Dunno, I simply wished those three were three lockers, and how the magic handled the specifics, I left to it."
"Oh? So since the jockstraps were hanging from the hooks, their penises might be hooks instead of handles like ours were?"
"Maybe?" said Angelo with a shrug, "Why?"
The lanky guy grinned, and hung a football helmet and a pair of cleats from the hook that had held Carter's jockstrap. The lanky guy had been Carter's locker. He closed the locker, and spun the combo. He whispered, "We'll find out when Angelo changes you back. I used to play water polo, there are 7 men in the pool, and you need at least 7 second stringers, so there should be at least 14 water polo players to become lockers."
Bartholomew over heard, "Maybe, Bean, but I only counted 10 go down the hall? Though there is another entrance to the pool, so maybe some just wore their suits?"
"Quiet, Bear, I wanna get their hopes up."
The group of fourteen former lockers headed toward the pool. Vinnie could hear bits of their conversations due to the accoustics of the empty lcoker room.
"So you gonna really change them back?"
"I might. We cannot have 17 lockers where there were 14, can we? Besides with Vinnie on our side, maybe we can settle things with you know who."
"Who?"
"The guy who changed us into lockers in the first place!"
"Including jock boy?"
"I said I might give him legs. Didn't say the legs would be human."
"Oh, yeah, you always liked having a Staffordshire Terrier - heh, heh, Standish- Staffordshire sound alike."
"Instead of a jockstrap, how about you change Horst into a pair of boxer briefs for me? I am curious how they fit, we only had boxers or briefs when we was human," said Bear.