A hand reached in, and closed around Chad. The moment the fingertips connected with Chad's skin, there was an electric connection. Each one's thoughts became one.
Chad accused the guy of doing this to him, but he didn't know what happened exactly. Then he saw through the giant's eyes that Chad was now briefs, and the giant was Rico. The giant was Rico. But Rico was startled to find out that the screaming fabric he had sensed in the unlocked locker was in fact the school's star athlete. Usually, the guys magically jammed into lockers were nerds who crossed paths with the jocks. Had Chad's buddies done this to him, and why? What exactly was he? Why did he feel so empty inside? When would the prank end?
Rico sighed, and lifted Chad out of the locker. He lifted the flimsy fabric to his nose, and sniffed him. He frowned.
"Doesn't smell like a prank, lots of magic, you're probably stuck this way for weeks or maybe permanently," said Rico.
Chad blurted out, "Permanently!"
"Not so loud, please I'm right here," said Rico, "and I didn't say it was definitely permanent, just that whoever did this used a lot of magic. Most guys I find transformed into jocks, socks, shoes or other garments in lockers have just a light dusting of magic, and change back hours after being transformed. To be honest I suspected you of being one of the magic practitioners after I rescued Terry and Mike from your locker a week ago. You wore them as socks for the big game. I heard them in your locker when I was cleaning up."
"Wait! I never wore anybody! Socks? There was a brand new pair of socks in my locker that I wore. There was a note that said my feet reeked and to wear fresh socks. They were just new socks, so I wore them. They were people? Who the hell are Terry and Mike? Who's locker was I in? Is it yours?"
"Nope. I can look up the locker holder? But since you weren't aware that the socks you wore were the guys who were tripped and spilled their lunches on you the day of the game when they were transformed into your socks, there's a good chance the owner of this locker doesn't know either. Now let's go over to a mirror, so you can see yourself. Maybe that will help you figure out who did this to you, and maybe how to break the spell."
"Magic and spells aren't real. I'm dreaming right?"
Rico snorted, and held Chad up in front of the mirror. Chad stared. He could see his face embossed on the pouch of the jockstrap in Rico's hands. As Chad's expression shifted from disbelief to horror, Chad noticed in the mirror Rico's bulge was tenting. Rico was getting off on Chad being a jockstrap! Gawd, thought Chad as his face showed panic, Rico was going to wear him?