Chad runs his stiff plastic hand over his smooth plastic skin. His body is cold or room temperature. He cannot speak. He grabs his hard rubber cock. It doesn't change size, but it bends. He points it up, down sideways. He can feel, but somehow it's not sexually stimulating. He feels his face. The expression seems fixed. It's like he has been changed into a doll or mannequin. He needs to see his face in the mirror, but first he needs clothing. He walks stiff legged to his locker. His stiff fingers make it hard to work the lock. He fumbles a few times. At last it opens.
The locker is empty.
Then he hears the locker room door open and close, footsteps and voices approach. Chad doesn't want anyone to see him like this. He remembers a one piece jump suit hanging in the Equipment Room. He runs back stiff legged. Why won't his knees bend properly?
"I explained why he wasn't in the field house. When the reality shift occurred, he ceased being human. Humans belong in field houses or wherever, but objects belong in specific places. So the spell transported him there."
"Spell? I thought you said it wasn't magic?"
"Of course, it was magic. I said it wasn't witchcraft, it was alchemy. Alchemy is all about changing stuff, lead into gold, people into -"
"Wait is Chad gold now?"
"Was he lead? No, so no he isn't gold."
"Sh, there's a janitor down the hall."
Chad had pulled on the jumpsuit, and a baseball cap, and was now pushing the janitors cart a down the hallway away from the voices. He paused when he heard his name, then resumed pushing the cart.