Simon's jockstrap waistband snaps up and his shorts tent out in the back. The hair covering his chest, arms and legs was getting downright shaggy. Simon raises his left leg and scratches his side with it. He sniffs the air. The locker room suddenly seems full of new smells and the smells equate colors in Simon's mind. He's so fascinated by the new sensations that he doesn't notice himself dropping to all fours and starting to sniff the other players' butts. Each scent seems unique and in his mind a colorful pattern is associated with the scent, name and image of that player.
Mark's scent is earthy and his color pattern is a kaleidoscope of blues and greens with some flashes of yellow and orange.
Slowly the color is draining from Simon's vision. The world is turning monochrome for his eyes, but a new spectrum of scents is filling his mind.