Despite your impulses, you decided to satisfy your curiosity and try on the football uniform.
You began dressing up starting with the cleats and socks which were a few sizes too small for you, but then you felt your feet growing to match the size of your new shoes. Next, you move up to wearing football pants and a jockstrap both of which were similarly a few sizes too big for you, however, your waistline widens to a perfect size and you noticed a sizeable bulge growing - the friction between your genitals and newly worn jockstrap gave you a brief sense of pleasure.
Finally, your last changes proceed when you put on your bulky football jersey which increased your height to 6’2, broaden your shoulders, and stimulated muscles growth until you settled at an 8-pack, and before you could try on the helmet, your face rearranged itself and remoulded which happened simultaneously with the changes of your hair as it shortened itself into a neat, light-brown shortcut which left you looking like a stereotypical football jock.
After the changes were done, you start examining your reflection and saw a young man of about 18 or 19 staring back. Urges to flex, and give in to your newfound love of football were occupying more, and more of your thoughts. Memories came flooding in, memories of being “Chet Lanford”, the local football champ (which would explain all the trophies carrying your new name), and former little league of baseball member. The sudden realizations had you overwhelmed for a bit, and so you leave the bedroom only to find yourself in an unfamiliar house. What do you do then?