Jeff waited for ages in the boy's backpack. He heard noices outside; Mark, Luke and their parents. Inside the back he continued changing. At some point he stretched his neck looking up, only to find himself unable to bend it back. He felt more and more changes. His arms merges to his sides and where his bottom was now the hole to enter the shoe. Over time he hollowed out more and more, and the smell and taste of shoe was now permanently with him. Jeff felt so much regret about his choice to become a soccer boot, but there was no way back. He belonged to Luke now.
Three days stuck in the backpack with the rest of Luke's soccer outfit left him as an exact mirrored copy of Luke's other cleat. He was green and he had was of decent quality. All of a sudden the bag jolted, and then there was continued movement as he heard Luke and his mom talk. Luke was ready for soccer practice and took the bag he was in. Jeff started to feel scared! He was about to be worn! "Oh, I wish this wasn't real!" He though to himself, but it was no use. Only he knew what he had done with the chronavac. Luke had no clue what he was about to put Jeff through.
At the training facility Luke opened the backpack. He simply turned it over and his shoes, socks, shinguards and the rest of his unioform simply fel onto the floor in front of him. He started to put on his shirt and shorts, which uncovered Jeff. Jeff who was lying down on his belly; now the spike side of his new shoe form, suddenly got a clear view from the locker room floor.