After wiping his hand clean with a tissue, Brian checks the clock on the wall of his office.
"Looks like practice should be wrapping up right about now. Let me see if Chase was able to handle it," He stashes the Jock Jacket in one of his bigger desk drawers and makes sure there is no sign of his self-pleasuring on his clothes. He leaves his office and heads for the field, where he sees the football team huddled around Chase, who is standing on a raised platform with a clipboard in his hand.
"Huh. Seems like Chase was actually able to manage. But I need to make sure this team remembers who's head coach." As Brian nears the huddle, he feels a sudden chill envelop him: His head throbs as he suddenly gains new memories of today's practice, but instead of being in his office, he was on the field--playing. The breeze that had been blowing all afternoon makes Brian shiver, as he realizes he is now wearing gym shorts and a mesh tank top over a pair of shoulder pads. He looks down to discover a pair of football cleats on his feet and a helmet in his hand.
"What's going on..." Dazed and clutching his head with his free hand, Brian stumbles a few steps closer to the huddle before dropping his helmet.
"You okay, dude?" Brian looks up to see Kyle reaching down to pick up his helmet. He hands it to him and tugs him into the huddle by his shoulder pad.
"There's no way... I can't be back in high school, can I? How old am I?" Lost in these thoughts, Brian does not hear Chase calling to him.
"Danton! Hey!" Chase finally manages to snap Brian out of his stupor. "Listen, son. I'm not standing here talking to you for fun. This is serious."
"Yes, sir. Sorry, Coach." Brian's eyes widen as he realizes what he just said. "I'm calling Chase 'Coach' now? I didn't even think before saying that."
Overcome by panic, Brian tunes out the rest of Chase's speech until the team heads to the showers. Brian makes a mad speed-walk to the locker room, but he suddenly feels someone walk up beside him.
"Hey bro, you good? Kyle asks with a genuine sense of concern.
"Yeah, I just... have a lot on my mind," Brian answers on-the-fly, hoping to seem natural as possible. He quicken his pace and tightens his grip on his helmet, wanting to dispel any nerves from coming through in his voice.
"Okay, well, I just wanted to make sure!" The conversation stalls and the locker room gets closer, but Kyle picks the conversation back up, "I hope I make varsity. Playing on the JV team was fun, but I hope Coach Chase sees how much I've improved. And my friend Eric is trying out! He'd make an awesome linebacker. Oh, finally some AC!" Kyle reaches to dap Brian up.
"What the hell?" Brian thinks, but he instinctively reaches out and daps Kyle up like he's seen his football players do for years.
"See ya, bro." Kyle heads to his locker and starts pulling off his practice equipment.
"Shit," Brian thinks, "He's gonna notice that the jacket's missing. What should I do?"