Loving the idea of a student bing mistaken for a substitute, Ty made sure as he left the bathroom that Adrian's facial hair grew until it was a full thick, though close cut, beard. Keeping his minds eye on Adrian as he sat down in his first class, Ty made sure that the principle would be walking down the hallway as Adrian stepped out, planning to head home.
Ty knew that even without his help Adrian could be mistaken for a very young teacher, especially with the clothes he was wearing. Dawning the typical coach attire, Adrian wore a polo shirt and khaki slacks. The shirt was a little to small for Adrian, though, which made the garment appear painted to his body. Two mighty pectorals pushed out, while eight brick like abs were visible beneath the fabric. With shoulders wide as a door stretching the shirt, causing the seams serious stress, Adrians biceps filled the sleeves to almost breaking, leading down to ham like forearms.
Thinking the coast was cleared since it had been a few minutes since the bell, Adrian stepped into the corridor only to hear someone call out to him.
"Ah. You must be the substitute for Coach Johnson."
Adrian, being so surprised to find the principle in the hallway, did not know what to say.