Salvador Cost was the 25 year old, new, Assistant Coach. He was grinning as he walked toward naked Chad.
Chad froze. He didn't mean to freeze, he did his best to move, but he couldn't. He just stood there desperately wishing he could cover his crotch.
"Never learned how to properly tie your laces?" Sal said shaking his head as the 5'9" black haired man looked from Chad's erect crotch up into the 6'3" blond's blue eyes. He proceeded to untie and removed the string from Chad's waist. Then he looped the shoestring under and over Chad's cock root behind his balls, and crisscrossed the shoestring tightly up Chad's boner tying a bow beneath his glans.
He stepped back and nodded with satisfaction, and said, "See that's how you tie laces," he seemed to wait for Chad's response. Chad remained frozen, and unable to speak. Cost added, "Oh, that's right. You cannot see it, can you. Well, I'll fix that."
Chad suddenly felt his torso moving at his waist, his butt, thighs and lower half remained frozen. Chad's tongue lolled out of his mouth as he fell. He landed on his side in the dirt, a cloud of dust rose up around him. He could taste the dust. He stared at his naked lower half standing there. He had been cut in half! There should be blood. But there was no blood. Maybe a magic trick? But it was real, he was in two pieces. Suddenly, his separated lower half shrank. Even though it was separated, Chad could feel his body changing as it shrank. His laced up cock got thinner, broader and flatter. His balls got sucked inside but were still open to the air, and got flat and spread out. It was impossible. Chad was staring at a laced up empty boot standing where his torso had been. He realized to his horror that his testicles were now the boot's insole. Was Coach Cost going to stick his foot inside Chad?
A hand reached inside Chad's mouth and picked him up. His upper half had shrunk and changed too. Chad had been so focused on his lower half becoming a boot, he hadn't noticed the rest of him becoming that boot's mate.
Sal picked up the other boot. Clicked the heels of the two boots together, and laughed. It was like he heard Chad's thoughts, or maybe it was just a logical guess.
He said to the boots before he put the boots into a brown paper bag, "You should be so lucky, Chad. No, I'm not going to wear you. You remember Ryan Standish? The quarterback for the Mustangs? I think you called him Stenchish? He's going to wear you for a month."
Stenchish? Yuck, his own teammates gave him that name because his feet stank, oh, he never wore socks because the got too wet from the way his feet sweat. No! A month? Gawd, no! Help! Coach Sinclair! Rick! Bruno! Anybody?
"No, worries, Chad, no one will be looking for you for a month. It's all arranged. Everyone will remember that you're at bootcamp for a month, and cannot write, or receive calls. After a month's humiliation, we will see what you have learned. If you behave properly, and the baseball team wins as a team without you being the glory hog, you will go on with your life, if you like? Of course, if you prefer worshipping men's feet?" Sal said with a shrug, "it's a risk, I am willing to take. I do have room for another pair of boots in my closet."
Then the giant coach started to close the opening of brown paper bag over the boots formerly known as Chad. Chad's mental screams went unheard. But he stopped, and reopened the top. Yes, it was all a humiliating joke. Coach was going to change him back.
Sal looked into the bag, and said, "Almost forgot." He dropped another 45 inch lace into Chad's open mouth. Chad realized that his tongue was now both the tongue and insole of the other boot. The coach closed the bag. Sal spoke no more to the boots. After all they were just boots. He whistled happily, as he carried the bag. It was an old tune.
Chad sort of recognized the tune from Music Appreciation class in middle school. It was Hungarian or Bohemian or Gypsy something or other. He was freaking out too much, and being unable to move or speak didn't help.
It seemed like he spent forever in the bag.