Our high school football team was pathetically short on people. Just me, West, and 5 other guys. But midday I pulled the coach aside and told him my plan to fix things. He didn't believe me until I changed him from a fat and balding 50-year-old to a tall, hulking, sexy 25-year-old. Then he assented.
After school, we headed down to where the grade school football league was practicing. Lots of little boys were practicing in kiddie uniforms and pads. Perfect, I thought with a grin.
I counted 10 boys from each age level: 3rd, 4th, 5th, and 6th grade. If we took 5 of each we'd be set, I thought.
Coach Henderson had their coaches call them all over. He crossed his thick arms across his massive chest and said, "All right, who wants to play football for real? Who wants to play with the high school team?"
Quite a few hands shot up. We wouldn't turn any down, of course.
"Well, one of my players here, Joey, has a way to turn you into high school players. We need boys badly. Everyone who raised a hand, step forward."
All of the young boys did so.
"Now, I want you to pick a number between 0 and 80. That will be your number on the team, but it will also help determine what position you play and therefore what kind of body you need to have. When you have one, come forward and Joey will turn you into a high school football player. He will age you 6 years, so if you're in 5th or 6th grade you will be varsity, while 3rd and 4th graders will be JV. Everyone got it?"
All the boys nodded.
The first boy to step forward was a 5th grader named Justin. He was a slender boy with feathery blond hair; he looked fragile, sort of out of place. He told me, "I want to be number 10."
I twisted the ring and said, "I wish Justin would age 6 years and become a 6'2" 165 pound quarterback."
Justin's eyes rolled back as the transformation began. He shot up over a foot and a half in height. His torso popped with tight, lean muscle, giving him perfect abs and pecs that protruded just enough to be noticeable. His arms and legs rounded out with lean muscle also. His face matured into that of a 16 or 17-year-old as his hair became thicker and glossier. Justin was now a sexy guy with light stubble on his cheeks, chest, arms and legs, a thick Adam's apple which produced a rich baritone voice, quite the package, and high testosterone levels.
He opened his eyes and looked down at his new body in amazement. "Wow," he said in his new sexy voice.
"Welcome to the team," I said, shaking his hand and handing him a #10 jersey.
"Who's next?"