Some of the confusion cleared up and Luke realized that if he stayed here much longer, especially if he tried swapping clothes again, he'd probably never leave. Spinning, he ran back to the other side of the showers, where the door he had entered from was. He grabbed the handle and yanked it open as many of the still-undressed boys shouted. For just a moment, Luke saw the startled looks of a bunch of people still wandering around a basketball court - the one they had just finished the game on. It was obvious this was some time in the distant past, like the 1940s or 1950s, from the clothing and hair styles. He started to flush as he also realized he was stark naked.
And then the world spun around him and he was back in the costume shop. The clerk and the Great Dane were still there, and the clerk gaped at him. "Kid! What did you do with the uniform? You gotta take it off here to change back!" A glance down confirmed that Luke was still naked. Impressively so. The 'Beast' was partially erect, but still covered by the heavy foreskin. Did he really want to lose this? As it turned out, there was no choice anyway. When he turned to go back to the locker room, the door had disappeared.
"That was tied to the uniform, which is back in whatever time you were in." The clerk sighed. "This is a major mess. The boy you have become is tied to the past. There's no identity for you here. And things are probably going to get confusing for you."
Confusing? Luke frowned as he struggled to pull everything together. His thoughts seemed slow, and even though he remembered the shop and the Great Dane, details were already fuzzy. Brent, the basketball player, was not very bright. He was great in the game, but off the court he was considered a bit dull. For now he was really popular with boys and girls, and the school was helping him along in classes because he was a sports star. College teams were already wooing him, and he had a future in professional sports. Except - that had been back in the 1950s. 1953, new memories were telling him. Back when a dimwitted kid with talent could still be big in sports. With no identity and an obsolete education, Brent would no have much future at all.
Suddenly, a door appeared again and opened to reveal Mike standing ther with steam billowing around him, naked and grinning. He tossed some clothes at Luke's feet. "You forgot something."