Roger grinned, as went splat on to the wet tile floors. The entire swim team were now shiny black Speedos emblazoned with the logo of a leaping panther and the words: "Patterson High Panthers". The cross town rival will win the swim meet on Saturday for sure.
Roger grabbed a mesh bag, and ran back into the gym. He turned off the water cut off valve, and quickly gathered up the wet swimsuits that had been young men. Roger knew they were all conscious and aware even though they were inanimate. He carefully tied a knot in Tyler's drawstring, so he could identify him later. His grin grew wider as he thought about using Tyler.