As you shoot baskets, you notice that more often than not you're getting the ball in. You have improved tremendously, and soon are monopolizing the ball. No one can get it away from you, or keep it away from you after you score.
Your body is slick with sweat, and you're dripping all over the floor. The bell rings, and the other guys hit the showers, but you keep shooting. Finally, the coach says, "Hey, Hot Shot! Throw me that ball, and hit the showers. Oh, and then go take a hot steam or sauna in the team section. I'll be by to talk to you shortly."
"The team steamroom?"
"Or sauna, if you like--just be there. I'm going to get Coach McCree and we'll see if you have what it takes to make the basketball team. Oh, and don't worry about your next class, I'll write you a pass."
"Yes, sir."
You run to your locker. The other guys are dressed and filing out, and few guys for next period have started to undress. You pull off your shirt and wring it out. You cannot believe how much you're sweating--and how thirsty you are. You even are able to wring water out of your shorts, socks and jockstrap. There's quite a puddle in front of your locker now. You toss your dirty gear in, and head for the team showers.
You find yourself drinking gallons from the shower head as you manage to rinse your skin a little bit with soap and overspraying water. Finally, filled with water you rinse off, and discover hairs are growing on your chest, and your arms and legs are growing dense forests of hair. Whatever was in that bottle, you're glad you drank it.
You stop outside the sauna and steam room, and stretch you hear your joints pop, it's almost like you're growing as you stand there. You decide to go into the...