Devin blinked he was on the football field in full football gear. He was facing a curly haired blond guy about 2 inches shorter, it was the team captain. A voice from nowhere and everywhere said, "There can only be one team captain."
Instantly, the old team quarterback went from stud to dud. His football shorts dropped to his ankles. He lost a foot in height. His helmet fell forward over his eyes. His Jersey ballooned on him like a dress. The former quarterback's padding shifted loose on his body. He started to take a step toward Devin, but stumbled out of his shoes, and XXL jockstrap which had dropped to his knees as he shrank. He struggled to his feet.
Devin stepped forward, and reached down and swatted the shrunken quarterback's bare butt. He didn't realize his new strength, nor the former quarterback's light weight now.
Chad let out a yelp, and jumped or was lifted nearly 2 feet in the air. As he landed on his hands and knees, Devin briefly saw a bright red handprint on Chad's lily white ass. The ballooning Jersey descended like a parachute.
Devin shouted, "Towel boy, get out of that gear, and go get us some cold water!"
Chad gathered up his oversized cleats, socks, jockstrap, shorts and helmet, and plodded slowly on his short legs toward the locker room. This had to be a dream or nightmare.
Other players came on to the field. Chad tried to ask his friend Rob for help. But Rob shouted for Captain Devin, then as he passed Chad, Rob glared at him, and said, "Towel boy, my towel better be hot out of the dryer after practice or you're getting another swirly."
Swirly? Rob? But he was Chad's main man. What was happening? Everyone except for Devin, Chad and Ty remembered Devin was the team captain, and Chad was the wimpy towel boy.
Ty looked at the pathetic former quarterback, he realized Chad's locker contained clothing which no longer fit. He looked toward the locker room and smiled. He was feeling generous.