The entire scene shifts, and we're in the locker room on my first day of uniformed practice. I look in the mirror, I'm young again, and the genie woman accompanied me. My youthful cock hardens rapidly as I look at her.
"You know this is the men's locker room," I say significantly.
"You wished me naked!"
"So I did, and now I wish you either looked like a naked guy or were invisible."
She snorted and became a super hot looking Arab guy. She/he laughed, and asked, "You're still hard, you like girls or guys?"
"I'm 18, I can get a boner looking at goalposts," I reply truthfully.
"Ahem, frosh quarterback?" asked the assistant coach Tony whatshisname, "You were supposed to be on the field 10 minutes ago!"
"Oh, right, coach, sorry," I replied moving toward the field exit.
"You're not going out there like that!" the coach snapped.
Suddenly, I remembered my freshman experience. That tight ass assistant coach was only 4 years older than me, and he nearly got me booted from the team. I felt the ring on my finger, this time it would be different.
“So, sorry, coach,” the I gushed adjusting my long cock which was visible through his white scrimmage shorts.
“You’ll be sorry all right,” the assistant coach snapped, “You know that you’re not allowed on the field out of uniform, and a jockstrap is part of your uniform!”
“Well, you see I forgot it, and it’s only practice,” I said with a grin.
“Oh, well, let’s see the rules say no jockstrap no play, tough,” coach said adamantly. Then he added, “You can always check the lost and found, if you want to play.”
“Oh, I find my jock, you know coach, you’re a strapping athletic supporter, if you hadn’t messed up your leg you might be more than just an assistant coach,” I said wickedly playing with the ring on my finger.
“What the f-oooooooooo,” the coach said doubling over like the wind had been knocked out of him.
"I just wished that you were my custom fitted super protective and comfortable jockstrap, Tony," I explained as his skin went white as a sheet.
The genie guy stood there naked with his arms crossed. He muttered something.
"I wish you would say what you said loud enough so I could hear it clearly," I commanded.
"Yes, master. "This joker has a clothing fetish. First everybody is naked, now he's turning people into underwear!" and I rolled my eyes like this," he/she added.
I turned back and the coach's clothing lay strewn on the locker room floor with a brand new jockstrap with my name emblazoned on it. I picked it up.
"My name, nice touch," I said nodding to the genie.
"It's the way you envisioned it," he replied.
"Ah, you can read my mind?"
"Easily."
I was too lazy to take off my scrimmage pants, so I wished I was wearing the coach. Then I started toward the field exit.
"Oh, shit," I realized Tony needed to be here.
"He is. You're wearing him," answered the genie reading my mind.
"I wish you'd put his clothes on and that you looked like him, and sounded like him," I commanded. Then I jogged on to the field.