Chad was a urinal cake wrapped in pink cellophane stowed in the front pocket of a classmate's jeans. His mind was racing. Not even an hour ago, Chad had eventing particles wrapped in droplets of urine from at least 100 of his male classmates floating in a sea of sewage. Weirdly, his disassociated self had been at peace, accepting his fate or doom. Then there was the golden light drawing his pieces back together. He thought he was dying and going to heaven. Then he recognized Keith's voice, and figured Keith had decided to change him back. When Keith caked Chad the first time, he had said it was to teach Chad a lesson. Hopefully, Keith wouldn't quiz him. The main lesson Chad had learned was to be very afraid of Keith.
Then Chad had felt his body reforming, but something was wrong. He was struggling to move in a vat of congealing Jello? Then he was frozen into a pink disk again. He had been brought back as a urinal cake on pillar of golden liquid. A gloved hand reached out an snatched it/him. It was giant Keith , it was very confusing. Chad tried to speak . He wasn't sure what was going on. Maybe Keith would take him to The locker room to restore Chad. After all Chad's clothing was there, a naked man at The sewage plant would raise questions.
Keith threatened to deposit Chad at the college stadium urinal.
Chad had no way of knowing that Keith had a pair of hot pink shorts and a t-shirt emblazoned Slaveboy with him for Chad to have worn if he had reformed as a six foot naked human stud instead of a urinal cake.
The next time Chad saw daylight, it wasn't the college locker room or stadium restroom, he was in some guy's bedroom in Keith's hand. Keith's buddy whatshisname had been there when Chad transformed in the locker room. So it was probably one of their bedrooms.
Keith held the pink disk up to the window. This naked version of Chad in the round reminded Keith of an illustration of a humunculous. Maybe that was the answer to making Chad human again? He needed to do some research.
Keith opened a closet door. A rack of clothing was there, but he said the clothes aside. The closet was deeper. The back wall was covered with candles and odd statues. Keith set Chad in a shadow box shelf, left and closed the closet door. Chad's vision adjusted to the dim light from the candles. He examined his surroundings. Pinned overhead was his lucky jockstrap. There seemed to be other things: his MVP medal, photos of him and things he couldn't make out. Was it an altar to him, or what made him a urinal cake?