Brad was showing off his bulging biceps to some of his team mates, as some wimpy underclassman squeezed passed them to exit the locker room. It was the team's "Study Hall" which essentially meant bull session and extra work out time.
"Yeah, man, my work outs are really starting to pay off. I can bench press--whoa! Wha-?" Brad was lecturing the other jocks when he suddenly his arms felt all rubbery. He looked in horror as his biceps deflated. His wristwatch hung loose on his now wimpy arms. He had more muscles when he was a freshman! Brad gasped. His buddies started laughing. Here this big chested, muscular legged jock now had little boy arms!
"Okay! Big joke! Now, I don't know how you guys did it, but give me my arms back now!" Brad said with an angry red face.
"Whoa, Bradster, we didn't do anything, but if your work out is all so damn fired up good, you should have no trouble building those flabby arms up. Haha!"
Brad ran to the coach's office.
"Coach, look what happened to me! Can you do anything?"
"Damn, it's happening again," muttered the coach as he sat down with a sigh. Then he looked up, and said, "Brad, don't worry, usually exchanged body parts are back within a few hours or days. I wouldn't worry, just go do your work out as usual."
Brad stood there dumbfounded. Had the coach really said this had happened before, and not to worry? Brad turned, and reached to scratch his crotch. He really had to reach, his new arms were a couple inches shorter!