Flipping on the light and shutting the door, David raced toward the toilet.
It was a glance in the mirror that made him stop dead in his tracks.
At first glance, he realized he wasn't wearing the clothes that he had come in with. Instead of the old t-shirt and black shorts he had thrown on to practice with his son, everything was different.
A bright red cap sat on his head and he was now wearing a tight white polo shirt and polyester blue shorts, a pair of tube socks clung to his calves, and on his neck dangled a gold whistle on a string.
He looked like a stereotypical 80's coach. It was a look he had laughed about with his colleagues at the school.
As he looked at his reflection, he noticed the appearance was still changing. On his face, a thick dark mustache appeared above his upper lip, marring his previously clean shaven face.
Glancing down at the open collar of his shirt, David saw a broad dark swath of chest hair bloom out of his open white polo. His pinkish brown areolas could be seen through the piqué cotton of the white polo.
Glancing down farther, David noticed that the polyester shorts that he was wearing had started to creep up his legs going from knee bearing to thigh bearing and exposing his now hirsute thighs to the world. David angled his body to the side and noticed with fear that his ass was expanding as the shorts seemed to be shrinking creating a plump bubbled shelf. The white waist and straps of a jockstrap could be seen peeking out of the top and bottom of the shorts respectively.
David looked at what he could see in the mirror and realized that he looked like a Tom of Finland version of a coach. He knew he hadn't known that reference prior to entering the toilet in this strange man's house.
A pang of urgency interrupted his shocked appraisal of his body. David positioned himself in front of the toilet, fiddling with the fly on the unfamiliar shorts.
Frustrated, David pulled down the shorts to reveal the prominent bulge in the white jock he knew he'd never worn before. Pulling down his shorts, he realized his prominent bulge wasn't as he thought.
Instead of his average package, what spilled out of the dropped jock was a massive pair of balls that absolutely dwarf a two inch penis. He would have spent more time panicking but he had to piss so instead, he grabbed his cocklet with thumb and forefinger and emptied his bladder.
Yanking up his jockstrap and short-shorts David rushed out of the bathroom and into the hall. He had to figure out what was going on.