Roger drove to Patterson high and placed the bag of new speedos, formerly his own school's swim team, on a bench in the locker room.
The team had practice today at 4:30 and it was already 4:15.
Acting quickly he placed the suits in a pile on the bench and wrote on the white board near the door "Hey team, new suits arrived today from our sponsor! Grab one for yourself."
Roger decided to keep Tyler for himself too. Placing the suit with the drawstring in his pocket he relished the thought of Tyler being aware of his situation. Transformed in to spandex, stretchy and soft he was being folded up and pressed in to a coat pocket, in to darkness.
The other members of the team of course also felt the same way. Their perceptions were changed, their sense of touch and awareness remained but they couldnt move or speak. Just be handled and worn. Roger wondered if they would enjoy being stretched out and pressed against the swimmers naked hard bodies as they practiced, or if they would be enduring horror. It would probably feel pretty good he decided.
He ducked out the back door as the team began to enter the locker room, their coach waited patiently outside by the pool and would never see Roger's fake note.
One by one the Panthers joked and chatted as the filed in, remarking how cool the new suits were with the team Panther mascot silk screened on the side. The fabric was special too. It felt different, it would surely make them fast.
They stripped down and began to pull on their new suits. The former humans felt themselves stretch to wrap around the packages of the young men, hugging them tightly. Some did indeed enjoy the feeling, while others were horrified at what they felt pressing in to them.
When the team was done changing they began to head out towards the showers, and then out to the pool.
None of them noticed the changes slowly creeping over them...