"A powder can?" Ben said while he look at the object he brought. He tried to read its instructions but it was in a foreign language and he can't understand any word from it. There were a few pictures and Ben assumed it was a foot powder but its effect was still a mystery. So, he thought there's only one way to know, using it.
Ben walked around the locker room until he found a pair of sneakers on a bench. The owner wasn't there at the time, so Ben quickly left some powder inside them. Then, he left and waited in a corner. However, the owner didn't come back and their coach was asking for him. Ben left the locker room without knowing who is going to be his victim.
Almost thirty minutes later, Justin came in the locker room. He had physical education at morning and he had forgotten his sneakers at the locker room. Fortunately he remembered it before his father takes him home. Justin was 11 years old, light brown short hair and almost as pale as milk. Puberty hadn't started on him yet, so he wasn't tall nor muscled.
He took the shoes and almost immediately after he got a call from his father, so he hurried and didn't notice the powder inside them. "Two pairs of shoes?" Justin's dad asked him while he came in the car. "I had physical education. I always bring two pairs for that. You would have noticed if you were around more often..." Ben replied.
"Come on, Justin. We've had this conversation before. I have to travel a lot because of my work, but that doesn't mean I don't care for you. Since your mother passed away, you're my whole world and I'll do anything for you." His dad said while he drives to their home. "You now what, let's play some basketball at the backyard. You still like basketball, don't you?"
"I am not a very big fan of sports..." Justin replied but he noticed that his father was trying hard to bond with him and he also wanted to give it a try. "But we can play for a moment. I'm just going to change my clothes." They arrived to their home and each one of them went to his room to change. James, Justin's father, was ready first and he's waiting outside with a basketball in hand.
Justin came out later and he was now wearing the sneakers that Ben filled in with powder. He had no idea of that. Also, he was wearing a pair of orange basketball shorts and a blue tank top. While James was wearing a plain white t-shirt and red basketball shorts. It was very unusual for Justin to see his dad dressed like that, so he felt a little bit cringed.
They're playing for a while, but after a few minutes it was evident that none of them were enjoying the game. So, James suggested that they take a break while he goes for some beverages at the fridge. Justin took a seat and waited for his dad. He remembered why he didn't like to wear those sneakers, they didn't fit him very well and they're hurting his feet.
He sighed and unlaced them while his father came back with two bottles of orange juice. "What happen with your feet?" James asked when he noticed his son was rubbing his ankle. "They hurt. I guess I'm done with basketball for today. I'm going to my bedroom." Justin said after taking the bottle of juice. "It was... fun, dad."
"Wait." James said before Justin leaves. "Don't you want to do something else?" Justin turned around and replied. "No, thanks. Dad. I really want to take these shoes off." "Then, do it. I will take mines off too." James quickly take his shoes off and threw them away, he wasn't wearing socks, so his big hairy size 13 feet were now on display.
Justin grimaced and thought. "Looking at dad's hairy legs was cringy enough and now I have to see his feet too?" He really wanted to leave now, but he felt something weird happening on his feet, his need to take his shoes off was increasing. So, he kneeled but before he can do it, something unexpected happened instead.